Before myself, no god was created

As there will be none after me

It is I, who became eternal

It is I who claimed, did and overcame

It is I who is a god!

This is what I am... since the beginning and except for this fact, there is no saviour.... no saviour coming for thee!

There is no affection but for the ones of my kin

I will not hide my thought nor will I open the halls of discretion within this rotten, grounds of Earth

May the priests chans the usurper's gospels

May the scourges of enslavements cry all out for war

Look for me endlessly, as I am the image within...

The mirror you are staring every morning

Me, the eternal, the outspoken one;

The architect of truth, me, the god o my realm

The looser within your gasp I proclaim what is right!

This have I spoken!

Me; the god of my realm

At the very Place where I've been waiting

For myself in this forgotten Place

No one ever waited for me

But the own chose path of experience...