And the blood in their mouth will taste sober The marriage of Chana under rain As morning pure water for an alcolyte Worst venom descends through your bowels

 

 

Terrible dark beauty of nature Reminds of incarnation divine In the garden of wounded Christ Slavering demons appear 'pon the cradle to wait Their turn to feed hunger justified

 

 

Let our hands dig under The gravestone of abyss set

 

 

Uncorrupted by the witness Triumphant inner flesh Persecution and despair forget The cruelty wears a talar Infesting children left At the cathechesis lesson sat

 

 

Thy door has been pressed With the blood of the lamb Sleep-walkers at borderline frail

 

 

They still repeat to themself It was just a nightmare from past