Текст песни
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
