Like thunder and explosion from nowhere,

Breaking the walls

A voice is howling in the fresh ruins

Scary words of the one who executed babies in egypt

Are pronounced by the demon of waste, the servant of death:

"stop! the oracle's message is false

The treasure that is being predicted to you doesn't exist

It's only sorrow and weeping you will hear

Sitting in palaces you will tremble from the steps

Of the crowd of fathers and sons

The star of death will never light up, because it is fiction

There is only messiah's chariot and it will rush to the suffering

As for your ancient enemy it is an observer of the power of light

The one who employed the foreteller to involve you into the trap

Of those who love humanity

The one who won't accept forgiveness

And will fulfil the father's will in silence

It's not the war that is cursed but immortality

That only those will get who deserve it"

And having said that he squeezed the bones of the old oracle

He begged for mercy in his last breath

But demon sped away, bringing him to the last judgment

The sentence echoed in the air:

"for falsification of the prophecy you are sentenced

To damnation of eternity. to madness and service to hell

The blindness will be your mother,

Soot and ulcers will be your father

Your voice will be mine till the end of time

And your hands will obey only my will"