Here's the church obliteration
Like just another dream of purity
See its bleakness, feel its might
Oh boundless . . . I crawl . .

The crows are flying "around your couple"
The crows make up "your chamber of dais"

Here the church devastation
Like just another crow, in the sky
See it's obscure, feel it's dead
Oh haunted . . .

I came here to fall into oblivion
I came there to feel my inspiration, my purgatory
 [bad word] 

The churche proclaimed
Accursed damned in dust and filth
Pierced dishonest devil
So this is place for me I penetrate in . .

The church proclaimed
The rise of obliteration
Crowded [bad word] evil
Here is the place for me . .

 [bad word] ! .