Now that soul
Became cold like a stone
He from a love that even the sphere envies
He that is his own god
I follow the great anthropocentrism, i am consequence from myself
I wander on the mud of this world
And i resist
I am the shadow i am nefarious
Only derision i breathe
A total lack of expectations and glory
More than
His own
Wickedness
A theme for the cruelty
I am the shadow i am nefarious
Only derision i breathe
Without heat the universe in me, i, the glorified
The being infinity in agony since his birth
Bathed and sanctified in the suffering and sarcasm
In the world which was him, thirsty pain that he carried