To a all setherials, the weaker ones  To shatter and kill and make the world fall in the dark  Call me insane, make me starve, but you can't make me fight for your   Evil desire  Satanic weak souls, not even stronger than anyone else's intentions  Falling from grace and what else ?  Stronger ones will never follow you  Warriors of the cosmic light, shadows who will keep on fight  Defending your throne, and preaching, singing your croon    To a all setherials, the weaker ones  To shatter and kill and make the world fall in the dark  Call me insane, make me starve, but you can't make me fight for your   Fucking stupid goals  With your culture, your knowledge, how can you believe such a calamity ?  Disintegrate, erase, torture, we can't build a world founding our faith   On this stuff  Dismembering, the order could be the solution  Prince of darkness should help us find a solution  But poetries and utopias are not made to be realized  Could we believe something  All is neverending.