Burning fire complete my desire Moon in madness it was shinning black Fuckin' lies about the tired cross So many histories about the christian falls Maybe we can see the true demon at the cross A real farse a long the centuries A supreme force ... In the lost books of the bible ... in the lost Now I can see ... now ... Oh! God! I can feel it I swear that I feel it No farse ... no kinds of emotion ... true evil ... true body damnation ... oh! Something strange ... born Turn to real, pure and strong As deep ... as supreme ... oh! Hail throne where a sindrome calls Hail misery from the past ... christian deny I summon you ... I could see all the forms of your body Perfect stages ... crucifying ... in pain his body don't resist Under some crisis of dawn Empty lies makes history Years of a godless empire Ends hate.