Face me, contemplate your work one last time.
It is in you that the inkwells of my hatred are poured.
The parade of appearances or the collection of an existence ,
The bitterness of a hidden past is unleashed then intertwined.
We are the misfortune of time that passes.
The scavengers of a morality that is passing away.
Let us invoke imposture as the only forgiveness.
Splendid funerals at the gates of redemption.
I feast on your sinister ugliness ,
Beyond the bottomless abysses.
I vomit you in all your candour,
Beyond the moribund peaks.
I execrate the oath hypocrites.
Discordant and repugnant pact of filth.
I feast on your sinister candour,
In your suffocating supplications.
I vomit you in all your ugliness ,
From the bowels to the thousand depths.
The blindness of ordinary mortals,
The greedy spiral of temptations,
In the immense darkness, remain Eternal,
Such inviolable and eternal lies...
Face me, contemplate your work one last time.
It is into you that the amphoras are poured of my hatred.
When the truth will shine before the eyes of the assembly,
The belligerents with lamb's eyes,
The depraved with communal masks,
Will put on the elegant trappings of treason.