Not in magnificient temples

Shining of gods

Beat up the ghost

Carrier of wealth

Not in lightnes arch

The beautiful altars

Not in smoke of soul

Candle of fire.



No that who ones there

in poor cribs

For his son make the cosiness

That and for ghost want the intermost

Hartly cribs norrowness in asylam.



Where ghost consoler arise the temple

For his son shall rescue peoples

Where he want live so as calm

So as truth peace cladness to bring.