Dies Irae

At your command

The dried darkness started

Gloating over the last

So marvelous banquet

Rummaged out by the laughter

Of desire

The ferryman stood up

And poured the blood on the table

A noise was made

God himself raised his tired eyes

And went worried away

Satan was looking avidly

Attracted woman with his eyes

And possessed one alive on the table

He laughed at gods

Laughed at their helplessness

He showed the beauty of his body

Changing into snake

He slipped between things

Gods couldn’t spot that

Choked by immortality

It’s a night of unification

And Satan laughed at their old age

He will give birth to

The god of one moment

Of one tear

Who having touched the blood

Will find death in it

He was full of contempt for another gods

But he suffered cause he knew

That his son, who would never

Experience nether suffering nor joy

Would die having touched the blood

And there’s plenty of blood everywhere

If you were a creator, Sun

The Power would fall down before you

And children would fall down before you

And children would and the feast on they knees

In you were a creator, Sun

You wouldn’t have let gods to come to Earth

And tears are gathering together

And laughing at our weakness

And our subjection that resembles

The dog’s subjection