Scoff کے بول

I tread with the fire sowing destruction My wings are rised by the blind demons The false priests set fire to their temples Fear tears naked body away from the cross Holy things burn from my breath The friery angels fell down The thunder pealed The will the wisps were lighted I will soffingly bewail fools lot And from my tears the children will be born People with black pupils and souls The first ones, who will prostrate themselves before me The ocean will come into being from hatred And it will drown the enemies bodies for ever The dark side of the moon Turns toward the earth I tread among the ruins of the world Hypocrisy died with its confessors I touch the graves of the sleeping evil Which it thirsted for the final return