In the belly of our once beautiful nights
Mythmaker’s psychotic fantasies
Has finally brought death to life.
We now cower with religious gadgets
Leapfrogging from one demon’s cursed claws
Only to land into another demon’s poisoned fangs:

Gut the belly of the fiend nights
Ye watch-guards from heaven heights
For they of hade’s creatures kind
Of whom the holy preachers teach
Come to our quiet dream house and steal
Erotically defile our sleepy nakedness
And then leave us with nightmares and shadows
The unquiet ghosts the day’s herbs cannot heal.

Stretch your heights and pluck the full moon
Ye harvesters from heavens orchards
Before her wild beauty hexes the damned human
To morphs into a wolf-kind to devour fresh man flesh
Injecting fathers with the she-moon’s beauty curse
To be inherited by the generations unwilling heirs.

We are trapped in mythmaker’s fantasies
We leapfrog now from one demon’s cursed claws
Only to land into another demon’s poisoned fangs:

Cast your nets and collect the moonless nights
Ye angelic anglers from heaven’s anchorage
Please, dear Almighty God
Fill our veins with hallowed waters and sunbeams
Before Dracula’s wives children cold corpses
Crawl out of their unholy crypts to drink dry our souls
Until there is nothing left by flesh and bones
And if we be unlucky turn into Count Dracula’s cold bats.

Thus, we cower now with religious gadgets
Praying:

Master your legions, gallant Michael Angelo
And dive deep into the depths of our nights
Else we shall grieve miscarriages of further tomorrows
When mythmaker’s fantasy creatures wake their slumber selves
To defile our sleepy nakedness and drink dry our morning lights.