The Hour of the Great Contempt - Emeth

The great despiser is the great adorer

An arrow of longing for the other shore

His soul is filled with fire and burning coals!

They herald the coming of lightning and madness

All that is poverty, filth and wretched contentment.

Where is the lightning to lick you with its tongue?

Where is the madness with which you should be cleansed?

Once a man has achieved

The hour of the great contempt

He becomes truly free to do as he wills

Plunging into the very depths

He consequently rises above the world

He is that lightning, he is that madness!

Who had been lost now conquers all

Those who speak of otherworldly hopes

Poisoners of life are they

Decaying and poisoned themselves

Of whom the earth is weary: away with them!

The great despiser is the great adorer

And arrow of longing for the other shore

His soul is deep;

even in the wounding

And may perish through a small matter

Thus he goes willingly over the bridge

Man is just a bridge and not a goal

He who justifies the future ones

And redeems the past ones

He is willing to perish through the present ones!