Sickliest Humanity - Lycanthropy

The most spiritual men,

Find their happiness where others destruction:

In the labyrinth, in hardness against themselves in experiments

Their joy is self-conquest: asceticism

Some men are born posthumously

Prefer delusion to truth.

It is easy to grasp

We have found the exit out of the labyrinth of thousands of years

Beyond the north, ice—our life, our happiness

The forgotten ideas

Ideas that we now struggle

By the force of their truth conquer

Let us face ourselves.

We are Hyperboreans we know very well how far off we live.

Thunderstorm;

the nature comes dark

Most bungled of all the animals, the sickliest humanity,

Depressive and contagious instinct runs enhance the value of life