Spelling the ancient glory Into the endless future! Valleys of the desert Will call him! I was born from the womb of uttermost hate I remembered all my past lives I lived there that the human mind Doesn’t want – to imagine! In the cold, moonless nights Then that all the ancient unholy gods Passing through the wind and the forgotten Shining kingdoms seem in the horizons! Voices, psalms, screams around To spelling those unholy words “Come, ye children, listen to me!” “I will teach you the fear of the Lord”