The most spiritual men,
Find their happiness where others destruction:
In the labyrinth, in hardness against themselves in experiments
Their joy is self-conquest: asceticism
Some men are born posthumously
Prefer delusion to truth. It is easy to grasp
We have found the exit out of the labyrinth of thousands of years
Beyond the north, ice—our life, our happiness
The forgotten ideas
Ideas that we now struggle
By the force of their truth conquer
Let us face ourselves.
We are Hyperboreans we know very well how far off we live.
Thunderstorm; the nature comes dark
Most bungled of all the animals, the sickliest humanity,
Depressive and contagious instinct runs enhance the value of life

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