Grey skies and crippled thoughts Abandoned veins of human stream Synthetic trees, dead since birth Alas, this is the only picture you've ever seen From the top of divine pyramid The Almighty Eye beholds, Lord's mouth ruined in laughter His slaves, these poor beings, build on a giant structure A madman once named "society"... Mass burial pit And wicked tyrant's throne Grasping the jaws In agony and pain Still, you're craving to reach The guiding star of power The golden idol, the blood-brother Now you've reached the top Leading all the mere mortals Pitifully, you only follow a will for power - Your primeval instinct and cardinal desire So curse me, hate me Me, who never longed for power Even for the sake of order Me, who bring it all at the altar of 'haersis' Me, who never was Follower or leader.