Old vegetable blood… awaken
Flowing through the veins of the sacrificial forest
Ornamented with horns
Awaken next to the wolf and the hammer
They won’t ever master our wild symphony

On the magenta throne of spiritual sacrifice
Old hands makes beverage out of wisdom
The bloody herbs of revenge
In the cauldron of times
Brilliant secrets of vegetable kingdoms

Lies written from fear
Are like the cold dream mandrake
The torture of its faith is the sign of our rebellion

Through naturalistic cults
We won’t fall into oblivion…
We won’t burn on the bonfire of the terrible traitor...