Secular agony in vain

Times that tear my soul

My blood is so bitter as the hate

Abstinence of life and kindness



I already saw many gods die in the graces

and I felt Proserpine at my side

In many grounds I will be still buried

Tears will fall from the bastard



Equilibrium between fertility and death

Eternal seas in fury

The thunders that try kill me disappeared

Visit me in the Hell or Earth