Avmaktslave (translation)

The stench from the mysterious way
Where preach and false hopes are bait
Pierces through like a gift of bitterness
And fertilizes the human rot

Like a slave in the state of impotency
Advices nothing but confession of defeat

Retreat!
You are not worthy the gift of life
Retreat!
You are not worthy the gift of life

Because if the sign of the animal and the idol is ignored
Great punishment will "eventually come to the guilty."

This pious pact's harmful inbreed
Seeks shelter in the garden of Eden
Where a proud, pure and upright master
Is not as easily pleased

So when the thunder of armageddon finally roars
Can man's "fantasy image be shown"
Every man with God-fearing hunger
Will lose face and be devoured