Carved within the endless telomeres are the sins of God,
engulfed in flames, waiting for the graves to awaken.
The spirit, the soul, the voice of solitude
The struggle, the parting, a dream on a dark night
The craving, the ruination, the time of destiny
Roar! scream! release your life!
Search for the light of those faraway days!
Sing of your rising hope!
The programming of chakra is a tribute to His avatar,
the raging hatred lures me back to consciousness.
The abyss, the fear, at the bottom of the cycle of rebirth
The corruption, the desire, seductive traps
The body, the memory, the time of separation
Roar! scream! release your life!
Grasp the light of those faraway days!
Seize the tomorrow that is soon to be born!
Shake off the bonds of your genome, hear the battle cry of your corpse!
Get back the light of those youthful days!
Unleash the vows you keep in your heart!
Search for the light of those faraway days!
Sing of your rising hope!