Ah, I'm seeing this blessed land,
Which put itself on the demon's horn.
Its air is scalding and dense,
This world is anger and scorn.

And this thirst led to unknown.
The blood curdled with foretaste.
The human vice has thousand faces,
The human sin is a waste.

Turned into flesh, my foot set on land.
My brothers descend on Hermon.
In the darkness, whose taste is sweet,
A charming voice moves me on.

Tricephalous serpent, the primeval source,
Begetting the mercury, sulfur, and salt.
Temptation is strong when the spirit is weak.
We'll give in temptation and betray our vows.

Ah Great One, I'm seeing a mist
Rising and spreading on earth.
This breast tempts me
To defile the gift of birth.

Scream of our souls
Made us make our choice.
From god's slaves we turned
Into masters of lust.

Henceforth, those loyal to demiurge
Are weak and accursed.

Perdition awaits them all!

We tasted those sweet lips,
We put ourselves to those breasts.
We guarded, but our will was weak.
We served, but whom and why?

Her breath interrupted the silence.
The essence despised and rejected.
Was I mortal like she was?
Who was I?

A thunder was coming,
Moaning in fear was the earth.
The Nephilim were spewing out,
Bringing pain and curse.
The pride is infinite,
The world grows in progress.
I'll teach them writing and poetry,
With light filling my throat.

We tasted those sweet lips,
We put ourselves to those breasts.
We guarded, but our will was weak.
We served, but whom and why?