Misery... came to redeem us with
Dignity... of the icons of death
Jesus Christ... and his crestfallen sight
Tragedy... of the split divine
V bezutesnej tisine rozplinul sa tieò
Prekonany èasom v ten osudny deò
Zo scholastickych vod narazil na breh
A vokol rozliehal sa Erazmov smiech
Z popola doby povstal, aby vyrazil vpred
Sumrak bohov privolal, èim uhasil svoj smad
Osvieteny posadil sa spa na ¾udsky tron
A obratil kriz - s vervou - s novym posolstvom... ku nam
Ornaments of Torture – Unique, Severed Limbs repaired
And will with urge to control sensibility long dead
With oceans, bleeding orgasms, perverted sainthood – I
Philosophy of new day vengeance born, condemned to die
Feed me dirt, scum bathe my body, slowly hours pass
But eyes refuse to stare the way the painful heart demands...
Self-hatred carnival and masks expressing self-pressed anger
God hidden in atom, divine chemistry
Manuf(r)actured poetry for the vengeance of the new millennium
Blasphemy as exit from the stabwounds of our fate
Set ablaze in freezing darkness – mummified verse
Where tons of human flesh cells fulfill promethean curse
Labyrinth of straight path – Christendom of trust?
Forever incomprehensible to us... (Christendom of trust???)
Where are all the wizards now? Who can hear their cries?
Time has buried their torsos in the dirt...
Whom they shall preach, whom shall they praise...
Only Whores of modern Babylon...
But still... a memory out to the distance...
Reminding of the moment... close to their death
Now watch the icons bleed, the heavens weep and pandemons black'n'roll...