Don't give up to ill personality of pain

True for the hidden face

To animal illness lusts

Cautiously open depravity's eyes

With the numb hands training hunger

Give it a real shape

Look with god's eyes at it

If it's fear - kill with a suicide

Strange humble servant

Watches through god's eyes

Through the pupils' windows into the depth of depravity

Mouth is the door

Home and grave in each body

Tongue is the battering ram of destruction

Today be a father

Tomorrow the executioner be