Oh great divinity, your misapprehencion is our fault
fertile land, infected by our filthy corpses
and if we are thirsty we should imbibe our own blood
if we are ravenouz, we should guzzle our own flesh
oh great sage, your shame is our suffering
we should not peer to the sky and glance the stars
we should not crave for the warmth of the sun, but just to blaze till ashes.
how pitiful, exalted for banal reasons, always starving for love (if there's it),
afraid of his own shadow
rain of tears tainted our spirit and that unpleasant smell is our putrefaction
we are nothing but particles between the infinite
and we thought that "The only" is just shining for us

there is no grace in our words, we fornicate with the Saints,
reduce them to a disease and spit in their bones
dark, you should look into our hearts
and you'd see the darkness like a dream

We would violate a body of faith if they promised salvation
we could drain our blood for pleasure
Oh great one, is not humble enough to die for you
I wish I live over and over in agony for you.