The voice of a child, the sign of burn So let it peg out alongside of the other And not noly ruler of the heaven A dark snake shines from a high mountain The shine reaches the stones of sacraments and abomination So let me peg out alongside the beast Which looks for its youngs Archangels of the future are the dust of today Patriarchs of the past are scum of The holy place Jerusalem Who murders his descendants one after another The flames of hell, just higher and higher And heavens grow old and disappear Or new clouds of hell come into the world in the glow of powerful souls/ghosts I'm neither a ghost nor a demon But a man, one of thousands