اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
During times to elderly to be thought of, thirsting i was so i drank the eons wine
Instantly was i forlorn in divine wisdom, my grave was now made centuries ago
Forgotten was i now long before my birth, without regret i opened the gates to earth
Amongst the stones and dust of battles lost, i hunted and laughed for god i now was
Though lost was i once before reality was brought asunder
Dead was i once during times when lost were the poisen wine
But in strength i arose and devoured the universe
And became my own precious lord and slave
So rightly i call myself the powered very essence
"by which their pestilent prayers are formed
Life did once teach me the most horrid of lessons
Though still, they fail to grasp, i am not horned
But as all gods should i be adorned!"
I represent the denied and dead universal error
In close parallels i mock the worshipped truth
My shining aura is that of a great emperor
And in my chronicles there is no sign of truce
My names are many, forever i am known
An angel, savior, whore or ruler
As i dance through the crippled walls of moral
And damn only those who speak the truth
I am rationalisms' very foundation, still insanity is my god-given name
Truth is for me monumental, still through illusions i reign
The paradox of my hybris is striking, as i demand to be king of existence
As i rape and torture in blackest hate, "mankind, how i love thy contradictive faith"
Yet, but a humble slave to the present word i am
Yet, i kneel on the cold deaf stone
Though we all have errors, only others we scorn
For i am i creature of honor
And i have my precious soul
The future shalt reap my crimes
"made real by a horde of ruling sheep
I shalt no death of theirs weep..."
