Disentangeled by abominations   Strenghtened in every aspect through confrontations   Hiding oneself from the sarcastic faces of this universe      A fallen disciple burdened with confusion   Conquered by an uncontrollable creed to scatter His delusion   Plundered down to the spectral gorges of the earth      Undisguised for the ignorant to see   The splendour in such a profane conspiracy      Imprisoned and lost in the untrodden maze   ...of predators and preys      Cutting like a dagger hardened in His fire   Afflictions and violations are freed in this void   Possess an almighty eye to witness their choir   And hunt down fools that have always decoyed      Wingless and scattered, the slaves of submission   In them, ideal serpent of death, waiting   Lead by instincts like vermin on a carcass   oppressed by the context; blessing of oblivion   ...Absence is present when the presence is absent      Anxiously awaiting His millennia   Slowly sowing the seeds of hysteria   Captured in the strangling embrace   ...of predators and preys   ...Presence is absent when the absence is present      Charged with misantrophy...   This is how we hunt!