His eyes translate an Uncontrollable fury His dislocation jaw Grows in a groan He moves only at Insanity's request When the hope of a Victory becomes dismal The wisdomless man Exhausts himself Hiding in his den He cooks his fears But time and time again He pa**ively observes The collective slaughter Always the same principle A mortal lack of confidence He doubts about the nature Of his instinct Disguise your thoughts And implore the fury Kneel down before The altar of light