Из альбома: Sanctus Diavolos
Êáé åðëáóåí ôïí
áíèñùðïí, ÷ïõí áðü
ôçò ãçò
Êáé åíåöõóçóåí åéò
ôï ðñïóùðïí áöôïõ
ðíïçí æùçò
Êáé åðëáóåí ï üôé åê
ôçò ãçò ðáíôá ôá
èçñéá ôïõ áãñïõ,
Êáé åðëáóåí üôé åê
ôçò ãçò ðáíôá ôá
ðåôåéíá ôïõ
ïõñáíïõ
God desires to be born
In the flame of human sense
Bursting and rising
Higher and higher
And what if there are no roots on earth
And what if the stoned residence
Is a ruined hotel
Where the flame of God cannot burn
And what if the human sense
Appears as a son without birth
On an unequal battle
Where the stoned walls are made of human flesh
God desires to reign
In the flame of human fear
Creating and burning
The fields of humans' fear
...prepare your soul for the eternal burn...
...and what if the human sense is a son without birth...