Prophecy of the times

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 ...