| Orator of the pure doctrine | |
| Me inside the bloodshed | |
| I know with arrogance | |
| This old, crude principle | |
| Give me the controversial falsehood | |
| That I seek through the whispers | |
| Find with maturity the aside | |
| Of the pale ode for perdition | |
| Constraint and conduct | |
| From the servants of Liar | |
| Within the soil debris | |
| Now, we must divide wan from life | |
| The dissipation begins inside us | |
| Without defer for our mentality | |
| It turns for new beliefs | |
| About brute and cold blasphemy |