To Our Lord (The Hate)
Thou has created bottomless
Abysses only for watching fall
Slowly
My anguished spirit
Thou has cut me
The wings for crawling me
Through thy
Wretched roads
Thou has obscured the skies
Only for
Blinding
My few dreams
Thou gave me a soul
That was made of stone
...in its vast garden
Only rules
Desolation
Thou gave me eyes
For beholding
The flower
Rot in its beauty
Thou gave broken
Sword and shield
To be defeated in life
By disappointment
But now!
I condemn you to the biggest
Of my hates
To the most impure rancour
Now my soul
Rises upon an ocean of fire
Cursing this creation
And why you call life
...what I am!
A Nuestro Señor (El Odio)
Tú has creado abismos sin fondo
Solo para ver caer
Lentamente
Mi espíritu angustiado
Tú me has cortado
Las alas para arrastrarme
Por tus
Miserables caminos
Tú has oscurecido los cielos
Solo para
Deslumbrar
Mis pocos sueños
Tú me diste un alma
Que estaba hecha de piedra
...en su vasto jardín
Solo reina
La desolación
Tú me diste ojos
Para contemplar
La flor
Pudrirse en su belleza
Tú diste una espada rota
Y un escudo
Para ser derrotado en la vida
Por la decepción
¡Pero ahora!
Te condeno al mayor
De mis odios
Al más impuro rencor
Ahora mi alma
Se eleva sobre un océano de fuego
Maldiciendo esta creación
Y por qué llamas vida
...¡lo que soy!