The wrath blinds my mind. I scorn your kings, your gods. The oath is forgotten now. The empty words. The hopeless crowd.
I learn; I struggle. Your values have rotten. You laugh, I suffer. Grief. Fraud. Odium. Power.
I am not a slave. I have got no master. I am not afraid of your possession. The cold winds of fear, the mind blindness; your wisdom tree suffers terribly. The ugly liars. Ice and fire. Despising. Decease...
...and the cursed became blessed. The light is killed, the light is faith. Your beliefs are my mire, you are slaves and servants of liars. I bow before the majesty of Nature, you serve to the cruel inhuman apes.