Vengeful fate, weave a new web

For the one you hunt them with now is much too small

THEN Chase them onto the Dreadful coasts

The Deal is signed

And the Mission given

Into the hands of the Jib!

Go hard on the Hunchback until the Heat and the Thirst

Of the Villains

Drink my vendetta up.

(The Mind is entranced by fire

(Burning, burning in the wild flames of ruthless might!)

May even the Terror of the heavens itself with its cruel hand not make

The mortals quiver, disgustingly silent in this race

Blood-hued

Just like my hand drenched in anger will harrow these throats

Of theirs

Until they whine a hopeless whine:

„Mercy!“

Hear ye:

A Wound of anguish lies
A foot drenched in blood
And a Heart on fire.