作词 : Panzerfaust/Brock Van Dijk
 作曲 : Panzerfaust/Brock Van Dijk
O decapitator!
(It is) not ye who slew them,
When thou threwest a handful of dust.
O decapitator!
Victorious with terror,
In knife-edge genuflection,
"Smite ye their knecks."
Behold the disgusting power of the optimists heart.
Where he held his fevered dreams
To the relevant drops of original blood.
Know God, no peace; when the time calls forth the speakers;
(In a) Self-righteous, self-pitied, self-hatred.
The servant and the compeller,
The iconoclast and the architect,
"They are from them, They are of them"
Are these the kind of swine we're meant to live for?
In this terminally demented pit of rats.
Not worthy of the lowly trough that feeds them.
Rotting in the last ditch of Eden.