His eyes translate an Uncontrollable fury His dislocation jaw Grows in a groan He moves only at Insanity's request When the hope of a Victory becomes dismal The wisdomless man Exhausts himself Hiding in his den He cooks his fears But time and time again He passively observes The collective slaughter Always the same principle A mortal lack of confidence He doubts about the nature Of his instinct Disguise your thoughts And implore the fury Kneel down before The altar of light