Massat [English translation]

For you are born, you die and dissolve

It's not grief that accompanies you to the grave

The thought that it wasn't you after all, saves you from the high wires of pity

And it beats to the ground

In this evil world

In flesh and filth

In acid, in the dying

In the world and in the ashes of the apocalypse

Flayed by misery

Cursed by vipers

In the withering glory

In the evil flesh of the lowest

caste

In dying flesh

In acid filth

and in the burning ashes of it's

end

I'm not giving up an inch without a fight

The spirits of the soul will always win here

Brutal mind is looking for it's prey

Until it is killed by the connection to it's carrier