A plethora of scorching vulgar bodies
Waxlike miasmas, faceless vermin
Whose bodies are sealed by gaping sores...
Fill me with venom to contaminate the righteous
Retribution now attained
Atonement for my contrition
Now the venom tastes sweet
Like revitalizing serum
Bury me in the inglorious ruins
Of what was called virtuous mankind
The pain that feeds on the
flesh of the enlightened
Opens wide the path to deification
Petty lice cannot hinder the way...
...for wolves cannot get drowned
In a shallow pond
Celebrate vengeance
The triumphant descend
of the excommunicated
The meek mass which writhes and reeks
Inevitably decimated...

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN