"Only we, we spirits who become free, have the presuppositions for   understanding something that nineteen centuries have misunderstood: that   integrity which, having become instinct and passion, wages war against the   "holy lie" even more than against any other lie"      ["The Antichrist" Friedrich Nietzsche]      Lardy-dardy god   And his son- the Bastard One   All misgovernment of the light   And followers, the lambs   Now are the history   Of our ferocious world   We are the wolftribe      We hereby evoke   New Kingdom of Might   Restitution of laws   Eternal Quest   Amongst the ruins   From wood of cross   To tree of Elhaz   We re- evolve   Exerting free will for chosen      We grip them by the throats   Groans of pain are the melody   From our dreams   Heaven, the rubbish- shoot   For pestilence      Lardy-dardy god   And his son- the Bastard One   All misgovernment of the light   And followers – the lambs   Now are the history   Of our ferocious world   We are the Wolftribe      Ruckle of fools   Mob in trepidation