The war's begun.
We are out here
The city
In its own coat of a thousand colors
This city of sorrow
Destroyed
Knowledge - dead
Europe in blood and ashes
The fragrance of prophets lost
The eye of the mute poet
In his quasi-mythical dimension
Serene seers
Silent sages
That monstrous belief that God has spoken
For those
I prayed until my tears were dry
Who will halt the aggression?
Who will wash your ****** walls?
Those prepared to die for the truth
The messengers of discomfort and sacrifice
The odd minority crying in the wilderness
Saints, who know they are sinners
Sinners, who think they are saints
The authorized servants of God
Who brings toys for the children
Who will save Christ?
A beautiful child mourning with downcast eyes
The pretended word of God in his mouth
Preaching publicly the doctrine of devils
From those who killed Christ.

Gypsy