Hear me,

My voice sounds over the centuries.

Time has come,

Twilight of Gods.

Everything

 Intersected in one point –

In the shadow

Of falling cross.

You've brought your life on sacrificial altar,

And flooded it with

Ocean of human blood.

You've done a lot

For love, declared it to be a Sin

Your face

Appeared in a halo of martyrdom

Embarrassment poisons minds and corrodes eyes,

Seeing impervious  palisade of despair.

I wear colors of mourning, streamed my pain out of opened wounds.

It makes no difference to me, how I'm reflected in the splinters of worlds.

I'm entering the hall of blasphemy

And fastening healing arms

By Bafomet's  horns –

Nails of grief.

I hear a cry

In the flow of wrecked time,

Which you've lost

To understand the sense of death.

Where brood of Babylon

Summoned ravens on its remains,

There walls of New Akkada

Are griming.

One, who has wisdom

Sees

These: nails on the brow of god