THE BURIED WORLD

Build a cross on the altar
We will feel better us
All will die who blasphemed the gods
And they laughed at us

Today, the sandworm wins
What will change everything into the clay
‘ll lock us in boxes
And burn the earth

So build a cross on the altar
So that may we have peace
So build the cross on the altar
So that all of us feel better

The gods are incapable of love
They live in sin
And we humans want to be so similar to them
Completely similar, like exact copies of the original without errors

So finally build the cross on the altar
In the dust is changing, what was not before!

(spring 2000)