Appear behind of yours empty words Hards until to your supreme empty mind Hidden by worshipers of incomprehensible to enlighten Blows to wind hearten words and dip in the courage that never was yours See the sickness to prosper in the heart of the truth See it Relevants words said to impertinents are Weapon on the hands of serfs of the uncertainty Borned in the rotten womb of doubt The voice to that one who do not bow and Who wander by the world before your existence Not is philosophal... is free Appear behind of yours empty words I'm the one! And who are you with all these words? Who makes you supreme? My transcendental existence conquering don't care With the extirpation of eyes of a race that unknown Who see and in his mind create illusions to forget others