From damp and beating abysses of oblivion I'm born again,   from a viscid and filthy larva I open my wings   and by fraud I will surround you too,   I struggle convulsively.   The blood flows and you only want...   ...to see it flowing awaiting for my help.   From damp and beating abysses of oblivion I'm born again,   from a viscid and filthy larva I open my wings.   Why do you suffocate me?   You hiss me in vain   When you have invoked me.   I will be your salvation   And your damnation,   as if I were your god!   Why you suffocate me?   You hiss me in vain,   when you have invoked me.   And the shouts of fame   Will be heartrending barkings,   I will lacerate his heart   But you will savour the pleasure;   always asking more and more.   Every new dawn   will be the delirious agony of mind.   You called me from the deepest abyss of soul.   Unware of how hugely beautiful and ravenous I was   My freedom will be its detention   And finally will be able to...   ...see it be in its death agony.   Its blood so warm.   You have never belived it.   Why do you suffocate me?   You hiss me in vain   when you have invoked me.   I will be your salvation   And your damnation,   as if I where your god!   And here is the last rite   With which you will savour the nektar of life!   From a viscid and filthy larva I open my wings   And by fraud I will surround you too   I struggle convulsively.   The blood flows and you only want...   ...to see it flowing awaiting for my help.   From damp and beating abysses of oblivion I'm born again,   from a viscid and filthy larva I open my wings.   I will fall again into the eternal sleep untill a new call   And by the following twilight   more filthy and powerful,   I will rise from the death,   devouring human certainties   of life and death.