Come to the world, pilgrim
Lead it them to the Light
Through the pain reconfusion
To the holly might...
Opening Hell Gates coming pilgrim
Saw one of the terrible pictures:
"...Bloody upstairs to the Satan Throne
Around it remains,of the olden times features
His palace-sight's so hard for gaze
Like spider's web makes soul too maze'
Here's everything more darker then Night of the World
Here rods the Master of the Temple' Pain,it's Lord..."
Here is all in mould
Here soul was beaten
Here world of Gloom is terrible and narrow,
Like coffin,like the old in dampness vault.
He knows about payment for deals
But pushes to the precipice merciless people,
"...That animals who's Lord - created them like reproach,
And their faces god-upostator painted - Satan'prophet..."
But mirror of truth wold wake up freaks,
That were sleeping' for light,dreams,freedom...
To Temple'Joy lead pilgrim them,fight!..
Through the Way of Abdication to holly stairs-Wisdom!
You'll know in rising from Hell
The meaning the Happiness ,like word,
That'save your soul forever
From every Evil in the world.
1993 A.D.