"Take, eat, t his is my body!"
Peculiar hazes mist your mind over,
Your faith can't control your ravings
anymore,
For you killed it, taking the Ostix
At any grab, its resort gradually loathes you
Released from your faith
control,
Yet inside you the battle of heaven
Will not change anything
Then from the chasms, your everlasting dwelling, you shall
rejoin the fallen angels
Form the uncertainty of your faith
Only remains the gaping mouth of temptation
Die on the
tenterhooks, make up your mind
Lured by the Holy Father your life has never been yours
Peculiar hazes shall mist your reason
over
As long as the Ostix shall flow out in your veins,
For you I bleed myself: "this is my body, drink my vein!"
And you will
get what only the evil can give you
Your own faith, your own existence, your own death