A march through the truth ,
when everything is black ,
when everything is pure ...
Swallow the venom and crush blasphemies .
Sacrifice the soul ,
let the flesh be used as a tool .
Pull up some limbs of your mind ;
For the wound will be healed with time .
Behold the quintessence
in the eyes of the children .
Behold in their deserted look
the altar of inverted life .
I'm cursed for I can’t imagine the greatness .
I'm cursed for I can’t take part enough in the whole process .
But the will is in me forever ,
and my eyes are washed and see .
Those sights are a gift
and the proof of the truth .
No other way than bend myself
when shine the sword of perfection .
Reflect on the past time ...
Distant visions of past life ...
With a malicious smile to the mouth I laugh
and just slay the works of goodness !
I will never deserve those sights .
I will never bear thy light .
But I have no doubt in faith .
And my being is but a mirror lighting the world .
