Hostile and desperate voice of martyrs Tormented souls in their sickness
They claim, they pray, with venom in their hearts
They will conceive deceitfulness, acceleration of decay
They will condemn in blindness for a lost cause in disarray
Forked serpent-tongues deceive in blasphemy
Their cold sweetness knows no boundaries
The banner of ignorance flutters in the wind
Hopeless winds dry every single tear
Unruly beings venture in dignity
Scorning this involution
They will try to conceal the evident
With cynical words, impulsive confusion
The arising phobia will infect the truth
Without hesitation, a wretched man will fall
So as to mitigate the universal hatred
The very cause of the conflict is left behind
Forsaken in the shadows
They will conceive deceitfulness, acceleration of decay
They will condemn in blindness for a lost cause in disarray
They will try to conceal the evident
With cynical words, impulsive confusion
Thrusting the dagger once again into your eyes
The dagger into your eyes
