Оригинален текст
From our purest thought
Spurts his venom
If by charity you think to help them
You defy all the same
His currency's will
.. . Under the sign of the U. W.
I've crossed the threshold of life
To defy this death
Ecstasy of crime
Taste of blood
Hared, lowest sadism
Physical suffering, persecution
It stars again
So I've learned to mask
My feeling under a shell of toleration
Mouthpiece of the universal spirit
Yes I'm back and determined
To have done with them
.. . do you understand only