Father you stand in the ancient gates Ready to make great flight Hell is in the roaring abyss Somewhere behind it There's a new world Soon it will belong only to you Falling to rise is to be written Blessed in blasphemy For the truth is in it Bible will burn in the hands of traitors Behind the limit of self-preservation Hear revelations accept The creator or die But for someone it's too late Regretting that the man was born Look at the dead man at the world extinct Conscious essence of your savior Vomit on atheism At the gates of being Of eternal suffering
