Из альбома: Ceremony of Innocents
Impious and sinful life, ravens nation is born
We hold the Cross of Thorns in palms of blood
Chorales sounds through the valley,
Celebration of the earthly life and lustful
Bodies of beauties mean sin
Beings clad in the darkness from god's will chosen
Coming to the village with finite resolution
Accusation and deceit, holy will orders revenge
Envoys of fornication driven away in wagons
Stoupa jen dym a jak zalostny je plac vsech lidi
Kolem a z nebes cerna zar
Pod krizem spi vzdy jen proroctvi a splin a tisice
Tvari uz zmenili jste v dym
Zkousite Ihat sami sobe v motlitbach a hrisnikum
Svym smrt vykoupenim dat
Zapalena je uz hranice vsech tel,
Jak zakon vam kaze, vse spalit na popel