I repudiate any idea of submission Terrorizing morale Going down Exploring the lows of misfortune Each time moving away from the guild concept I do not need a foundation To get closer to the big trip Misery no longer enough The improper weather Irrelevant is our position in the food chain As we were owners of the course of time Respite Misery is no longer enough The improper weather ♪ The great darkness of here I cure my blindness to torment (I cure my blindness to torment) The ineptitude of those who rejoice (who rejoice) The term of relativity ♪ So sure, so certain of the concept of the eternal rested So sure, so certain of the concept of the eternal rested So sure So certain Of the concept of the eternal rested