Amid thousands of clay totems
We are nothing like them!
The powerful poison running through our veins
The anguish of being a prisoner here

Existence of continuous inquiry
Ignoring the mundane flow of conformism
Cosmic laws that we delightfully break
We exist to destroy this demiurgical domain

We are here to destroy, to shake
Offer the fruit of forbidden knowledge
Facing the pain and mishaps of existence
To be able to open Taniniver's eyes

The war against the dominions of YHVH is eternal
Here we are to overthrow reason and feed this Gnosis
Our draconian wings have been severed
But we know anyway, we are the children of the Serpent!

Slaves shall serve, it never changes
But the serpent's children are free spirits
Even in the meat cell nothing can be imprisoned
We are the destructive seeds of Sataninsan!