You must die, in the hell there's no more place for 
youYou are already the past that fallibly beats its 
breastI would remain passive If your crusade didn't have 
such a pastAs always I can exist beyond your worldI've 
stopped taking care of consciousness of the foolI am the 
thought, the great law of needsYou won't understand, why 
I think in a different wayAnd I don't give a shit about 
the curse of the cartoon godLaughing I consider only as 
the nature of the past thingYou must die, in the hell 
there's no more place for youYou are already the past 
that fallibly beats its breastOh, you have to just for a 
moment feel your thoughts through meIn inconstant stream 
of supposed propheciesI am the only one who understood 
that lostI could have finished that long time ago or 
looked for confederatesEverything's got its price, only a 
coward misses his honour"Disgrace is the ambiguity of 
need""Yes, I found a grave full of the resurrected 
spiritand soon I felt the irony of this whole 
world.Because when I was taking the robe off in a big 
fear, I saw my corpse turned into the honey-cake."