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Universal laws, enjoy your own suffering

Pathetic life, live on your knees

Govern all things, spread brutality

Weak-minded man, like an atrophied tree

Nazarene on the cross, filth larvae

You will be forever vassal, scourge of abject

Like straw on cyclone, disoriented beings

Design the future, yield all things

I raise the banner of the impure, sign of inexorable invasion

Glory to the strong they shall inherit the Earth

Cursed the weak they inherit the yoke

Destroyer of false hope, you are the real savior

Blessed iron hand, death to the weak

Worshiper of the gods, sheared sheep

Each verse is a bonfire, every word a flame

Abundance to the strong, poor moldy-minded man

Victory is the basis of all right

The truth sets to all men's free

Glorification to the mighty, free of a stifling dogma

("Cruelty is one of the oldest festive joys of mankind."

—Friedrich Nietzsche)