Tribe wit no history
that hears all the rumors
of the Gommorah\'s rats .
Wandering souls of the ghetto
giving birth to smoky clouds.
Elected ! you are not children of Orient
but demons of the nights of Lebanon !
Worshipers of the golden calf
hidden in the forbidden formulas.
serpent who knows the secret
of the scriptures ,
are you the accomplice of the cabalist
who mastered the afterlife mists ?
Hosts at the table of kings ,
feasting on the entrails of the virgin .
The olive tree in the garden of Eden ,
exude a stinky scent of immortality .
Don\'t turn back ,Lot , at the sight
of Sodom\'s immorality !
Or your memory will rot away...
Your insane sons ,forever ,
turning in the massgrave party !
Rabbi why did you lie to me ?
You ,destined ones !
Incubi born of the protocol of damned ,
The sulfureous Babylon offers you
her floppy teat !
On your wrist ,in obscene alphabet
the hologram of servitude,engraved...
Weep daughters of Zion !
Among you ,Herod the great
will seek wife and mother !
Licentious creatures ,you will rediscover
the taste of this incense of submission !
In truth ! I tell you this :
You will cry out ,chained by your madness
and those empty eyes of the infant
looking at you !
Naked and trembling ,the eternal one
will appear in front of you like a mendicant
imploring the merciless nations !
Truly ! In the span of a lifetime
those things will come to pass !
In the sweetness of spring ,
the roses of Ispahan will bloom again.
And finally the infant will fall asleep ...