Sentinel of the masterwork
Creation of all spirits that remain
Through the eyes of innocent
Poisoning their minds with ideologies

Burn the heretics!
The authors determine
The flames to purify
Everyone opposing
Will lose something

Bow the right ones
It is said the elders have written
From the ancient times to master
My manipulated realization of the future
And to empower their predatory acts

Hunt down the weak!
To dominate the religious ones
Like a blistering wind
The powers to master one's soul

Allah, jahve, god
They are all the same
Instruments of power
To dominate the weak human mind
Promises for a better life
While remnants of a body
Rotten in coffin

Bow the right ones
It is said the elders have written
From the ancient times to master
My manipulated realization of the future
And to empower their predatory acts