Reborn in negation I tread on the crosses Symbols of the past, inheritance of the nations I entrust the scepter to hierarchy power With disappearing limits of identity Molded by the system I rely upon submission Invaluableness of life, universality of evil I become a perfect extermination machinery With it's hourgla** full of innocent souls Constrained by hunger I escape into meanness Layers of ruthlessness, shield of egoism I reduce the human to physiognomy With my rejected heart dried to dust Beguiled by hope I disown humanity Elements of heroism, spirit of resistance I impose the rules on accomplice victims With destiny tattooed on their forearms Addicted to terror I dry my tears Bastions of compa**ion, hosts of weaknesses I create a world of reversed Deacalogue With it's numbers across the black sky