The vortex is spinning, the creator rests,
but on the lock, it's resting his hand.
On the lock that's becoming tense
On the spiritual dam between us and them.

In front of the dam there is the flood,
The whirlpool of Untermensch,
Above them are the maelstrom-makers,
The army of deceivers.

As Übermensch, we accept that others have to stay under.
There is no other option to walk on the same route with the constructor.
By accepting intellectual superiority, we keep the system alive.
We conquer the raging sea and divide.

We're the ones that shed the pain into the vortex of the Untermensch.
By engaging souls with torment, we maintain the mental barriers.
Behind these barriers we breed worms in your minds.
The worms of futility blindfolding souls from inside.

The spiritual barrier remains intact, while you're busy being afraid,
And we're enhancing our power by drinking your swirling tears.

We turn you against each other, we infect your souls with misfortunes,
So we can preserve division's institution.
We build spiritual labyrinths, so, while you're searching the way out,
you're intensifying the superfluous swirling motion!

The greater the agony of the vortex, the greater the buoyancy of remorse,
The power source of the Übermensch is the transfusion of this life-force!

We're the ones that shed the pain into the vortex of the Untermensch.
By engaging souls with torment, we maintain the mental barriers.
Behind these barriers we breed worms in your minds.
The worms of futility blindfolding souls from inside.

But by parasitizing others' waves of tears,
A question comes into our minds: who is the true servant here?
As Übermensch-parasites, we don't even know why we exist.
We've created a nemesis for the vortex, but now the vortex's our nemesis.

Our destination is unknown, we don't know what our purpose is,
So the grey fate we've given to the Untermensch would hurt less at least!
A predictable fate would hurt less at least!
A predictable fate would hurt less at least!