Reborn in negation I tread on the crosses Symbols of the past, inheritance of the nations I entrust the scepter to hierarchy power With disappearing limits of identity
Molded by the system I rely upon submission Invaluableness of life, universality of evil I become a perfect extermination machinery With its hourglass full of innocent souls
Constrained by hunger I escape into meanness Layers of ruthlessness, shield of egoism I reduce the human to physiognomy, With my rejected heart dried to dust
Beguiled by hope I disown humanity Elements of heroism, spirit of resistance I impose the rules on accomplice victims With destiny tattooed on their forearms
Addicted to terror I dry my tears Bastions of compassion, hosts of weaknesses I create a world of reversed Decalogue With its numbers across the black sky