How dare you, the stealer, the Spirit of wretchedness
You are everywhere and fill all things
Treasurer of greed and taker of life
You have come as if to abide with us and cleanse us from every impunity, but instead you have decimated our souls.
Do you feel the wrath, child, do you feel the wrath
You’ve watched us from above and you’ve despised us,
But we’ve seen you from below,
Do you feel the wrath
Crushed by our sufferings we fear not death
Do you feel the wrath, child
Do you feel the wrath
Glory to the horror, and to the plague, and to the shame
Abomination, you had no mercy on us
Profane, you consecrated our transgressions
Anathema, you murdered and drank from our bodies
A curse on you, we shall carry it no more
Life after life unto ascension
Always the same without changing
The conception of life the foundation of death
Always the same without changing
Severity, gives strength to our afflictions
To wipe away all stain