I've came to this world for glory and honor,
In order to change (the) foundations.
The cradle of pain and primordial dolour
Is source of my endless damnations.

I've gave to my arrows to drink wine of bile, [bad word] taste it, my slaves, if thou dare.
And I have prepared (to) you a terrible trial
For you suffer under my stare.

I don't need your prayers, your shouts and screams
I [bad word] you again for eternity.
My spirit will bliss in the kingdom of dreams,
Sweet silence and bitter serenity.

And I am the one who shall open your eyes,
So listen to my divine speeches!
Illusory choice: submit or arise
I give it to you, (the) withered creatures!