The blow of the wind that erase your prays It brings the dust of a perverse thought I prefer to die in free will Instead to drown in rotten lamentations Tear the pages of your fears Become your own thought Headed to the power I went down Because of the envy of those that preach the misfortune Sometimes I can feel that your disillusions make me stronger I am conceived by the blasphemy Conceived by inhuman blood The reading of the filthy book Can blind a true thought Your blind hand can't discern an act of freedom I suffer the anguish for the wisdom I take with me a revenge traced by hate Heading to dominate I destroy the stones in my road Fear my acts if you are still alive Then you will see my immortal victory And you will die rusted for the envy Lead Barros I am conceived by the blasphemy Conceived by inhuman blood