| For ages travelled by the holy fire |
| Today free, free and triumphant |
| To no avail for the dungeons and chains of the inquisition |
| Poor and lonely are my adversaries |
| Who serving the beast for million years |
| With the whip and crown of thorns |
| Shall be remunerated today |
| Wanderer, perpetual and restless |
| Master, equally hideous and beautiful |
| Loved and adored (How simple it is) |
| (For many years my semen hath envenomed the races) |
| Abomination to the earthly, to everything that is simple |
| And obscure at the same time |
| Therefore let us celebrate the antithesis of the Eucharist |
| With the sacerdotal gesture you welcome us |
| Your dazing threshold |
| Let us commence, we are void of our bodies |
| The night, that we are honoured to celebrate |
| Perhaps the last during which I satisfy my desire |
| Wanderer, perpetual and restless |
| Master, equally hideous and beautiful |
| (The real world or the imaginary vision) |
| (Still perceptible to my chaotic thoughts) |
| Nothing shall taste the same again |
| I am waiting for you to stab the world in its heart |