"Take, eat, t his is my body!"

 

 Peculiar hazes mist your mind over,

 Your faith can't control your ravings anymore,

 For you killed it, taking the Ostix

 At any grab, its resort gradually loathes you

 

 Released from your faith control,

 Yet inside you the battle of heaven

 Will not change anything

 Then from the chasms, your everlasting dwelling, you shall rejoin the fallen angels

 

 Form the uncertainty of your faith

 Only remains the gaping mouth of temptation

 Die on the tenterhooks, make up your mind

 Lured by the Holy Father your life has never been yours

 

 Peculiar hazes shall mist your reason over

 As long as the Ostix shall flow out in your veins,

 For you I bleed myself: "this is my body, drink my vein!"

 And you will get what only the evil can give you

 

 Your own faith, your own existence, your own death