Και επλασεν τον ανθρωπον, χουν απο της γης,

Και ενεφυσησεν εις το προσωπον αφτου πνοην ζωης



Και επλασεν ο οτι εκ της γης παντα τα θηρια του αγρου,

Και επλασεν οτι εκ της γης παντα τα πετινα του ουρανου





God desires to be born

In the flame of human sense

Bursting and rising

Higher and higher



And what if there are no roots on earth

And what if the stoned residence

Is a ruined hotel

Where the flame of God cannot burn

And what if the human sense

Appears as a son without birth

On an unequal battle

Where the stoned walls are made of human flesh



God desires to reign

In the flame of human fear

Creating and burning

The fields of humans' fear



...prepare your soul for the eternal burn...

...and what if the human sense is a son without birth...