Sanguis meus tibi non iam perbibendus sit
  
  Macula aetarnitatis
  Numquam detergenda
  Quisnam surget et deteget
  Imaginem veritatis ?
  
  People created religious inventions
  to give their lives a glimmer of hope
  And to ease their fear of dying
  and people created religious ascensions
  To subject the others and to enslave, just to further enrich themselves
  
  It doesn't matter where we die
  It doesn't matter that you cry
  We'll take you with us
  
  A disgrace of the beyond
  
  O servator, sepmiterne
  Te grati coluimus, Odor atrox quo nos superfundis intolerabilis est
  
  Deceive yourself by yielding
  to soft words that cause no pain
  Enrich yourself with different views
  learned without disdain
  
  A disgrace on the beyond
  That can never be undone
  Who shall rise and unveil
  The Facade of Reality ?
  
  Is there still room for new dents in old wrecks ?
  A disgrace on the beyond that can never be undone
  Deceive yourself by yielding to soft words
  Enrich yourself by making up your own mind
  
  Sanguis meus tibi non iam perbibendus sit