Beauty Pacifici! Ora pro nobis!
Nights. Stones. Rains. Light. Sword. Fight. In Cursed Earth.
Life - is war. Man - war. Dream - mirror. Death - is the door.
What for swords? This dust of intellect.
Cry of fools - this all will be. Die. And I.
In faith, In hope, In love. Sorrowful God!