Here I stand and behold the masses
Would you consider perfect the horde of worms?
Nor do I, roaming high above their domains
Would you ever see me passing through the centuries?
I know not

My spirit always doubts, exploring the controversy
Futile being, the beginning and the instant end
Worthless entities, how low can you go with your
Dreams of unsound mind?

Majesty expelled, born dead into this world,
You whip your beggars in wine,
Knowing not their minds stay indifferent,
Despite you cry out "Finally, I've seen a sign!"

A sign from the highest lord?
Grace of heaven unfulfilled!
Sailing the astral seas, I saw the godly sperm flow down
The failure or the supreme beast?
Hedennah's long-awaited virtue!
Raining is the sticky divine fluid, unwilling to give your mind
A long-awaited birth

Pathetic way of thinking,
Logic based on absurd
Paradoxical change of seasons,
When winter comes in spring

This is what you are, the creatures of destruction
This is what I am, the misanthrope,
Proud in my existence,
Perfect in my shape