Текст песни Job - Откровение Иоанна Богослова

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I knelt before the Madonna-Steve,
The "father" was angry. The walls collapsed limp.
The fallen star from the scarlet sky shouted
A ruthless jester, like death!

Hooks burn in the eyes. Burn my vision!
As if Hephaestus brought the poker to the eyes.
Inside the womb of the mother, an innocent fruit ripens,
Jealousy, Kain's envy eats the hearth.

Am I the soul of a child in the bathroom? That dead man is confessed!
So threaten to pick up in hell. They didn’t remember me!
God's mother, smile! Ah, "fortuneteller", your holiday.
You are a detailed man, enjoy the ugliness.

In a dream, psychosis is again. How many roses are presented!
Suppressed seriously. Poisoned by raw materials.
Returning my flowers. I put my finger! The temper is impulsive!
Overhead hung an eagle. Who took the halo strengthened me?

He reads the corpse of morality to me! As if sang in "seven" pipes!
There is a patch on the back of the head. The number of the beast is hidden, friend.
Tickles the nerves with his tongue. There is only horror and ulcer
The face was flooded with a crimson. I closed the way to my drunkenness.

White horse. The winner-winner with onions!
Red horse. The rider took everything, not a sound!
The horse is a raven. Rider. The earth is barren!
The horse is pale. Rider. Life without a bosom.

In white clothes who fell for the "Word of God",
The condition is more and more alarming!
Anxious! Anxious! Anxious!

A shaking creator! Blowing off dust from the sky!
It is like a scroll. The moon is like blood! The sun is a fair -haired woman.
Silence in the existence of a gloomy crypt became.
I strangled myself. Not my mother is a prankster!