From our purest tought Spurts his venom If by charity you think to help them You defy all the same His currency's will ...Under the sign of the U.W. I've crossed the threshold of life To defy this death Ecstasy of crime Taste of blood Hared, lowest sadism Physical suffering, persecution It stars again So I've learned to mask My feeling under a shell of toleration Mouthpiece of the universal spirit Yes I'm back and determined To have done with them ...do you understand only Your co-operation can free us Stop seeking that I try to show you Why do you refuse To listen to yourself Listen to yourself