Misanthropia And The Empty Thrones [Нож у леђа човечанства]

Man’s fate is decided now that I stand here, alone…


I see their future tears and hear their future sobbing,

While me, I, Us, stab the world endlessly in the back,

And we provoke repulsion and hatred amongst them light dwellers…



Their fields will empty and their cattle will starve,

Their society, corrupted and disgusting, will start to rot and vomit on itself,

While I, me, and ourselves, carry the crosses built by them and arson their homes and cabins…



My hands, once clean, pure and noble, will go foul and haunting,

And they will feed on human cries,

And they will bring pain, noise and marches of dead illusions,

And they will vanish the sun and desolate the waters and the sky,

While you, simply you, and all your human fellows erode into nothing more than vain, empty

specters who roam dreamless within my ghosted, damned memories and my eternal,

emotionally empty bastard's life…