Sur Le Ruines Et Les Cendres De Sion
Seigneur Voland
On the Ruins and Ashes of Zion
Israel had positioned itself to dominate the peoples
but the wicked rose up against the passing bacillus
becoming the one who is spat in the face
All of you, minions of the idol of emptiness, start over
and come weep on the ruins of Zion
I will not find a wise man among you
Your days are over, your plans are destroyed
The desires of your heart... a foul tumor
that claims that night is day,
That light is near when darkness is present
Is it not Sheol that you hoped for
as a dwelling place?
It is in darkness that Magog will make your bed
And I will cry out to the abyss: you are their Father!
And to the vermin: you are their sisters and their mother
Your hope: where is it?
Your hope, who can still perceive it?
Jehovah? But this god is the father that the Aryan slays
He will descend to the bars of the realm of the dead
When you all go together to rest in the dust.
