"Satan,   I've burnt   my eyes   waiting for   Your sign"      Now the darkness in naked   Now the chaotic dance in the fog   Which draws the insane eyes   It overwhelms your trembling body   Everybody is dancing round this emptiness   The successor has already been chosen   From God's peers      He's wearing purple   And He seizes the throne   His insignia burning His hands   And nobody gonna compensate   The tears they cried   Everything dies   In this moment      God himself puts out all fires   With your blood   The faces rinsed with red   Rotting like maggots in the mud   It's mystery of begging and death   The sun of hate and curses   Born among the contempt      The subjects on they knees   Bitterly accept things   It the way they stand   The world had belonged to God   Now they want to crown Satan