Monster treads across the battle fields [bad word] the tops of silver shields
Shaking hands of golden grains
He goes when seventh sin lays

Earth shakes under his feet
When he wants to trample it
Stenching corpses lays around
Where's the treasure, have You found?

Overwhelming monuments
Forget You smiles, remove Your pains
Overwhelming monuments
Shedding the blood-but from Your veins...