Side A :
You honor by changing faces from the fields of air / To make for someone / By the lightning bolts of fire / With hot pus I swell my forehead / To drag the body into the stars, to bind it / Twice a seed a day, an hour, a goddess, limbs, bodies / I made a deed with blood, swords made to be made Side B :
Twisted, to twist swollen necks / A tyrant of war, an outcome for someone, I go out from the life of Carthage whole / Enemies to Orcus, legions of enemies, to the spirits of the dead, peace-breakers, for revenge / Spirit, mind, youth for someone with lavish gifts, enemies for fighting, with aroused sacred rites, a Bacchant / From the depths, death consumes the vessel