Testo di Autolatry

The terror affronts the faithful Followers now are chased Dominators, dominated Feel the bitter taste of defeat! Serving is a necessary Condition for weak Freedom is a necessary Condition for strong I'm the impure lord of my will The destroyer of idols Te one who break superstitions And old concepts Who is against me Is against their own freedom The supremacy of my being Suffocates and disrupt it's core I can see in it's eyes the reflection of Your insignificant existence What differentiate us from the losers Isn't the no sharing beliefs But to realize how much is stingy, absurd And harmful to ourselves Display something so inhuman