As death's lantern now shines, May the Serpent the true Messiah stamp his right on life and its shadowy sides.
May the shadows embrace your bosom!
Imprisoned in sorrow reign crown and a blackness blacker than darkness itself.
Then the pulse of life has gone out. May the energy of inheritance shape the circuit of the soul.
A curse of the preacher of falsehood's seductive image of his fragile dogma
fades its human rotten crowd's disdain to mind!