CREDO CERTE NE CRAS

I have been devoured by grey cities
Sterile gardens of empty creeds builded in faith
Extirpated confessions from children's lips to expire sins
Raw sermons against depraved souls to exalt the crowds

I abhor you! with your frozen souls like stormy nights
So empty, so fragile

Throwing unfaithful praises, crowned in opulence, bowing the lightweight souls
Apostles of torment, eunuchs of god, disciples of divine shame
In a fleeting existence, with the empty hands and frozen hеarts
Praising with holy postures

"Maledictus paupers spiritu qui confidit in domino
Bеnedictus vir qui confidit in Satana"

I walked through your sharp cliffs of poisoned hearts and fragile minds
I have sought thy precepts and I have forgotten them
I visited your dark vaults of nailed men
I was hearing your spiteful chants full of hate