The Sapiential books will run with blood of prophets And only their thoughts will remain Like a smell of murdered lovers All the rest will fall into oblivion As a merciless time for all fucking temples Which has passed with fall of Babylon Every king in history was a reflection Of his own clown And man behind the mask covering wisdom of ages Philosopher pretending a fool Fool pretending a philosopher Why didn’t we let them rule? Watching their eyes bleeding You have been trapped In Your thoughts’ emptiness Rise up imagination’s curtain Let them breathe their sweet loneliness You are the purest one You are the chosen one And You are the only one to be crowned! So, show us Your mind, uncover the mystery The New Order secrets You have furtively done… May the wisdom be spoken We need a messiah! We want You to see Your own crucifixion!!!