To stand in ravin middle snow,
Of gray old man to see slightly,
What search he one hundred course,
What mind sexcite eternity.
The cool is wind enough
The words is worry "Fuck my boots!"
And gloom is cave to swallow
To break and lean foots.
In boom the silence, in darkness time,
On the Аltar at abyss Hell,
The fire golden to the shine -
This "Keryada" - no fail!
Suddenly change old man the face,
He temping on the sacred.
And sky to finish jester`s day,
And fucked him and fucked.