Orator of the pure doctrine Me inside the bloodshed I know with arrogance This old, crude principle Give me the controversial falsehood That I seek through the whispers Find with maturity the aside Of the pale ode for perdition Constraint and conduct From the servants of Liar Within the soil debris Now, we must divide wan from life The dissipation begins inside us Without defer for our mentality It turns for new beliefs About brute and cold blasphemy