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The door of a new reborn is opening

Injured eyes upon a false thought

Inherited blood of the conquer nectar upon the despoil of what it rests.

Superior minds germinate in the ephemeral, creating the ideal model of our real race.

It's the time of no time

Breaking utopias created for you men of no knowledge

As assassins of night and day, your last hope has no breath

Embracing the opposed side of your mind and accepting the triumph of our real race

As plaque for a withered nature

The abstract cries for its ignorant death

Of his slave hate

That consume him as a cancer

We believe in our selves

We despoil of our fears, and we drink the triumph of our real race