The Ruins

Among the ruins old people I see

Bearing witness to their beliefs

Among the ruins wind strokes old moss and stones

Omnipotent death harvests it's faith

Mercifully cutting crowd of pious Beasts

'Let justice be done'

Devoided of conscience,

Helpless struggle of existence

Slowly departing, all the believers

Among the ruins nothing is left

Let the efforts of Man be ruined, his work

His home become the lairs of field Beasts

I shall tangle their mind with Darkness

Why? because I have remorse for creating Man

Let the Darkness once be known to him,

Secondly strange... for he is the bed of harlot

And the house of Lucifer King

Among the ruins nothing is left

Oh thee, grand spawn of earth's vermin

Which placed Inferno in my mouth

Your voices mightier than the biggest armies

For you are like a structure, nonexisting, apart from senses