Hostile and desperate voice of martyrs Tormented souls in their sickness They claim, they pray, with venom in their hearts They will conceive deceitfulness, acceleration of decay They will condemn in blindness for a lost cause in disarray Forked serpent-tongues deceive in blasphemy Their cold sweetness knows no boundaries The banner of ignorance flutters in the wind Hopeless winds dry every single tear Unruly beings venture in dignity Scorning this involution They will try to conceal the evident With cynical words, impulsive confusion The arising phobia will infect the truth Without hesitation, a wretched man will fall So as to mitigate the universal hatred The very cause of the conflict is left behind Forsaken in the shadows They will conceive deceitfulness, acceleration of decay They will condemn in blindness for a lost cause in disarray They will try to conceal the evident With cynical words, impulsive confusion Thrusting the dagger once again into your eyes The dagger into your eyes