Be aware of the flame
Of a thousand years old stake
Its dust covers your eyes by the wind
And draws filthy tears.
Frozen into vengeance's fire
The ashes of our pure soul
Stars your evilness
Against your evilness
Whatever be
The seed of our wrath
Old foliage grows
From it by rain.
Pillar of the old foliage
Black tree of our faith
The flame of our eternal fire
Breathes from its mouldy branch
Eternal fire of will
Crystal drop of clearness
Burn up the master
Of mostile thought
Be aware of the flame
Of our thousand years old stake!
It's dust covers your grave by the wind
Drawning filthy tears | 
