Dying with sorrow not in hand, [bad word] my gods, an equal I am,
travel awaits before me,
Encircled as a God, dead as a man,
An era has now ended,
But a new era [bad word] 
While my destiny fulfits itself,
I glance at the world with wisdom from the end,
My efforts will now be rewarded,
As I enter [bad word] 
My hate will now get fatal for those that disapproved me once,
With my misanthropic these soon brought to life,
I'll see an definite end for week, feeble minds,
As I die I'll go further, further than any other man,
To obtain powers and wisdom as a God from the other end,
My death will be revenged with fury of the damned,
My eternal life will be praised by the gods at the end.