Slave! Aldodinea is part of your soul
Your religion is the pain, your fear comes back again and the darkness is your refuge
Pitiful! He doesn’t feel bad for you
Your body rots with one ray of sunlight
But don’t try singing the song of the victims
Your time is now and you will not escape uninjured
You! Are weak or liar, nobody cares
Purified, disinfested, the earth will get rid of you
Finally, eliminated by the anger of superior instinct
Sensitive awakening of hate seeking to fill a grave
At nightfall, you can hear the blasphemy of the mutes
The human feels hatred, so he fills a grave
When he’s alone, death will find him
The victim of the sacrifice also wants to victimize
The weak become strong!
Rebellion! Subversion! Hate in vain
The extermination of an inferior race doesn’t render
The scattered blood join two races for an instant
Destruction of reason and humanity
The hate blinds the man and the blind man leaps into the abyss
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