Oak groves, glacial springs, breath of winds
 Are fanes o'mine... How you could forget? 
 Makosh's [bad word] through lead cloud-lids
 Drops fall like life seeds to earth mothers womb

 Soar high in thoughts to the azure lucid dome
 To my temples - Where roaming souls' trace is effaced
 Odes 're versified not for 'The Lamb' but the star of day
 Stellar isinglass stones 're scattered in the ardent chasm space

 Zealots of faith leading mankind to [bad word]  Is there in your bible any word about my shrines???
 You forgot in essenian fables about the natures grandeur!!!
 Thralls, lets glorify 'Lord' in your feeble cries!!!

 Temples of mine... White towers, peaks touching the sky
 Vast steps bear the power of epochs gone by
 Tree-idols... 're inearthed, stand alone sunk to one side
 Own names 're almost forgotten, unheard by the gods...

 Fanes o'mine... 're cut, stubbed, torn out, drained
 By a flock of sheep [bad word] in life in Eden of Christ
 My faith... 's broken, trampled, burnt, blamed!
 And here just one of hundred is worthy of life!!!

 Breathe with the full moon, think by the universe
 Flow with the rivers and then - To the seas
 Caress with winds a golden grain field!
 Here's your life, here's your creed!!!