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Grappling with the Sea, taming the wave.

No sense in your mind, in your blurred mind.

Mental aberration, nothing fits.

Spreading the hate with giant rage, the furious blade.

In a world that doesn’t belong you.

Like insolent Midas in conceit, before he believed.

You offered yourself in the embrace of Hybris.

You’ve maddened the Gods my friend. This is the End.

Like rabid Wolf you’re seeking the Man.

The one who dared, the one who stand.

My King, my child no matter how much you whip the ocean.

You’ll be finally crushed.

In a world that doesn’t belong you.

Like insolent Midas in conceit, before he believed.

You offered yourself in the embrace of Hybris.

You’ve maddened the Gods my friend. This is the End.

Ανόητος αυτός που δεν καταλαβαίνει,

πως δεν αρμόζει, όντας θνητός,

να ‘χεις φρονήματα τόσο αλαζονικά.

Όταν ανθίσει η υπεροψία,

μεστώνει της καταστροφής το στάχυ

και έχεις μονάχα δάκρυα να θερίσεις.

Scenes of lamentation. Sins of damnation.

Humiliation of the inner human lust.

Τhat mortal Μan should not vaunt himself excessively.

For presumptuous pride, when it has matured,

bears as its fruit a crop of calamity,

from which it reaps an abundant harvest of tears.