It's clear as dialectics of the existence is it, It's sure as night is to be crowning day and century, Without doubts it's the end of the orderal world put, Distinctly I see the downfall of universal religions, Because the comer from a moon side With face of ancient hunger and inexorability Is bringing the supreme meaning To all earthly pestilences and devastations, He is standing beyond the beginning of light, He is ruling beyond the beginning of darkness. Look, and I'll say true who are the heard of hogs. Whose tribe is satisfied with the name of slaves and sheep. Whose food for spirit is nothing more than greedy stupidity, Ignorance, stagnancy and sticky blind fear. Whose highest happiness and limit of craving is lazy rest With mindless joy of reproduction and childbirth. Whose dream is a world without shadows — hedonia, simultaneity. I'll say to you not from books, not from saints and prophets, Will show the viands for the bestial feast, The target for shooting and noose, The tenants of crucifixes and rotten pits, The beings with promised «tomorrow» But aren't understanding «never» At feet of their indifferent and quiet (because they are not) gods. I'll show you the humanity. The comer from a moon side doesn't conjecture But sees and knows distinctly about The downfall of universal religions, Because he's come from a moon side To force world to ones knees before he assaults.