You intoxicated with your lust

You regurditated and took a bath in it

You. Damned one that was born dead

In you there wasn't any hope

You made name yourself in many ways

But your shade accused you

Signs of light?

Signs of life?

Your true sign is death

Because of you the nations behaved bad

Guild of blood pours above you

Not even the whole profitable activity...

Will serve you as protection

Because her is vengeance

And her power will ruin you

In her burning fury...

Babel you'll pay all your evilness

It is their expression

Babel object of astonishment