I will not speak much more with you,
for the lord-king of the cosmos
[o toy kosmoy arhon] is coming,
and he has nothing in Me. Jesus Christ
In ruined temple on the mount
Gnashing of teeth wolves again.
Oh, Ariel - the abode of dogs
With womb of insatiable lions!
Afraid of the sun beasts of darkness
Their god - Baal night antimony
They put it on the blood
And cruel feast they do again.
Do not let God, the good lamb
Come into their deaf, anhydrous world
They will humiliate him, to extirpate
And the psalms will sing to demons:
"Oh, god of the moon crimson-red!
Thee we glorify by song impassioned.
Only you are worthy of all praise -
For great. Oh, who like you!"
Wolves of Baal
© Copyright: Максимилиан Агнэлий, 2014
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