Hear me, My voice sounds over the centuries. Time has come, Twilight of Gods. Everything Intersected in one point – In the shadow Of falling cross.
You've brought your life on sacrificial altar, And flooded it with Ocean of human blood. You've done a lot For love, declared it to be a Sin Your face Appeared in a halo of martyrdom
Embarrassment poisons minds and corrodes eyes, Seeing impervious palisade of despair.
I wear colors of mourning, streamed my pain out of opened wounds. It makes no difference to me, how I'm reflected in the splinters of worlds.
I'm entering the hall of blasphemy And fastening healing arms By Bafomet's horns – Nails of grief.
I hear a cry In the flow of wrecked time, Which you've lost To understand the sense of death.
Where brood of Babylon Summoned ravens on its remains, There walls of New Akkada Are griming.
One, who has wisdom Sees These: nails on the brow of god And luster of Satan's crown.