we scintillate like cedar stones
in plasma veil as ancient ones
in cold war years you were my fears
but just to gain the power to reign
satan`s bllod in our veins
the pigfaced mud will be slayn
but noone dies when blackseas dry
and noone kill. forever this will
our wisdom be
now you`re asking
what are you living for
no sense of life
and none afterwards
what I call wisdom is a flower
that can seldom be found
but not in illusions
you only use to find
a way out