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