Was it tomorrow  Or will it be yesterday  When abolished, rotten instincts  Will for the last time be awake  And malice, slander and hate  Will rule the ignorant heart    Aggressor, deceiver of reality  Aggressor, inverter of protection    The final chapter is yet unwritten  But the trial leads toward greed  Who will be the traitor  How many, all of them?  Ruthless is the creation  created through pale ages    Dublicated in confusion  Horizons of black fire  Thorns in the chosen's eye  Stench of false hails,  Decline of all thrones...,  When only perception can survive    What is still tomorrow, or  Yet will it be yesterday  When abolished rotten instincts  Were for the last time ruling minds  then - eternal silence  And the future remains the past...