\"...The third angel blew his trumpet, and a great star fell from heaven, blazing like a torch, and it fell on a third of the rivers and in the fountains of water. The name of the star is Wormwood. A third of the waters became Wormwood, and many died of the water, because it was made bitter...\"
In taberna quando sumus Non curamus, quid sit humus Hoc est opus ut quaeratur Et impos io lor dium
Bi hir autem noctum Tormenta foederis Bi hir autem noctum Octa remus remigium
I can see God's unborn son Playing with a loaded gun All our sins... He'll die for us... Or did somebody lie to us? I can see the shape of God Drowning in a pool of blood A mighty choir of ancient generations sings Behold! The hand of death Squeezing out earth's final breath The stars are falling from the sky And I know why
See God and his hand of death Squeezing out earth's final breath How did it all come to this? Brought to us by Judas kiss? I watch the sun go out I've lived to see the end
As I watch the sun go out My loss of faith replaced by doubt All our sins... He'll die for us... Or did somebody lie to us?
Let us pour one final drink Fill the glasses to the rim The world's on fire I still can hear the choir sing Behold! Your nightmares are fulfilled God just got his final will The world stops spinning And death is all around...
Come... Join this toast God is dead...
\"Полынь\"
\"...Третий Ангел вострубил, и упала с неба большая звезда, горящая подобно светильнику, и пала на третью часть рек и на источники вод. Имя сей звезды полынь; и третья часть вод сделалась полынью, и многие из людей умерли от вод, потому что они стали горьки...\"