Devoid of any flavor melancholy conscience I can not help but all the path that is assigned to me from now can meet the hope of a revival could be more bitter
a black aura penetrates me and I let guide divine magic rocks me out of the shadows henceforth I shall be the fear, fear of the unconscious
the earth will tremble because from now on I am a monster I will be disciplined warrior, the sword of Ishtar many wars under my wing have been won but the desire to take brought against current I'll never be your defender
Possessed by instinct so lethal the suffering of my fellow men is softer than any fervent slave is carefree and repugnant to me it will be soon, I am their master
I look into their eyes seeing that they hope and I let the believe it but I can not remain I must put an end to their miserable lives and feel life evaporating my revenge was great in my lifetime so fear my death