Hear, what you people call obnoxious and obscene
I simply call self-consciousness, will not to redeem,
an ego-natural sense of pride and greed;
it is my great addiction, my burning deep, intensive need.

So how 'bout make some use of wars and the intensive hate?
Help heed the call of a moral, safe, totalitarian state,
where I myself, praised and loved, the almighty heir
in the sign of blood and intensified warfare.

To him who has surpassed this life in the streak of a knife
I have blessed his hate with the last words of his dying sigh,
so my reigns memorial monument shall be his bloodstained gun,
crowned by the gloria of a glorious, huge black sun.