Have no pleasure in tears Let not your eye Cast a shadow On the silhouette of this filthy planet Shun the pain Even though The earth beneath your staggering stride tumbles Even though Disappointment screams in the cyclone of your mind Even though You have been smitten five or six million times by the Bastards of Mankind When destiny bears the funnel of truth Only then will we be bound To walk circumspectly Stand tall Even though The plague of maledictions surrounds you Even though The scorners have blessed you with their dismal pride Even though You are condemned to exist by the rules of the Bastards of Mankind And when they tell you They know what is right By the righteousness that abounds them Fuck 'em Just tell them I said that