Paroles de Avmaktslave (translation)

The stench from the mysterious way Where preach and false hopes are bait Pierces through like a gift of bitterness And fertilizes the human rot Like a slave in the state of impotency Advices nothing but confession of defeat Retreat! You are not worthy the gift of life Retreat! You are not worthy the gift of life Because if the sign of the animal and the idol is ignored Great punishment will "eventually come to the guilty." This pious pact's harmful inbreed Seeks shelter in the garden of Eden Where a proud, pure and upright master Is not as easily pleased So when the thunder of armageddon finally roars Can man's "fantasy image be shown" Every man with God-fearing hunger Will lose face and be devoured