Burn Into Your Hell

Under the azure of mountains blundering eyes

Beyond the heads of inclining clouds

Striking in wall words pressed with a prayer

Pale messiah spoke: I'm The King

glorify my name In your songs

I'm the only Son of that Father

Streams as acrid as wine are flowing

pain, despair and fear

Thoughts as black as symbol are getting lost -

desire, freedom & miracle

Hands and words with bitterness are pressing -

to their master foots

Don't cry when your foots are in thorns

I'm yet merciful and paradise is real for you

Streams groove the furrows wounded because of cry

Scalded by lust priests limp

Children are gathered in one basked like fish

When I'm hungry bring me your food

To my priests' ears

When your hearts are in pain

Present my altar with humility

Effeminate and faded already for ages

Rotten and old like the world at your gates

Dim and lost in verses of his own strophes

Father, aren't you in my voice?

Power, aren't you in my hands?

Father, Father - heavenly

Where is your merciful dog?

Was to suffer given to you?

Will to suffer given to you?

In the name of skeleton and your God

Bum in your hell

Fry in your pitch

Dead is your God

Dead and dumb

He rotted long time ago!!!