Catholicon - Ouroboros

Gaze into these eyes of hatred.

Stand before you leave this world, of ruin.

war has spoiled me.

Fear will destroy us, no peace, no solace.

from the (core) smallest seed of boon, grows monstrous weakness.

And the lie fastens marching legions,

with the helm spinning, waging bloodshed.

In Darkness, I have braved the bustling oceans.

Drowning in nectar, of your sickly madness.

I shall swim down not with hands so broken.

Release this burden from me.

Rise and you will love and fear me.

In time you’ll see, there is but god in man.

Hate will become you, wield courage and truth.

From the (ash) thicket of a wreck, grow roses of grace.

Not the sword but the flags of reason

with the sun setting, on our freedom.

Gaze into these eyes of hatred.

Stand before you leave this world, of ruin.

war has spoiled our lives (pain enslaved)

Enslaved our minds, our honour.

Rage against the cries of god and angels.

Catholicon.