"Satan,

I've burnt

my eyes

waiting for

Your sign"



Now the darkness in naked

Now the chaotic dance in the fog

Which draws the insane eyes

It overwhelms your trembling body

Everybody is dancing round this emptiness

The successor has already been chosen

From God's peers



He's wearing purple

And He seizes the throne

His insignia burning His hands

And nobody gonna compensate

The tears they cried

Everything dies

In this moment



God himself puts out all fires

With your blood

The faces rinsed with red

Rotting like maggots in the mud

It's mystery of begging and death

The sun of hate and curses

Born among the contempt



The subjects on they knees

Bitterly accept things

It the way they stand

The world had belonged to God

Now they want to crown Satan