I see three peaks: one for hell, one for heaven, one for grand mystery 

In hell three lakes: of burning tar, of vermin and of ice- all brimming with 

Sinners 

And devils larger then daemons with horns made of fire 

Then I see heaven on the second mountain 

The city of gold and honey with saints... 

All joyful and towering in their glory 

There I see two pious and innocent youths snatched suddenly 

From amidst their host by flying devils and carried to hell 

While uzza, one of four guardians of Egypt and angels pay no heed to this rape 

The aeons go past and the plagues get unleashed 

The city of good is under siege 

Black moses is my name 

And these are the visions 

From Egypt’s guardian seraph... 

The heaven is on fire and Salomon’s magic nets give no protection 

St. Peter's shot and Jesus with his brothers are slaughtered with no mercy 

Their blood into dust without meaning of rebirth 

And I see the gates to god tumbling down 

And him being dragged before abaddon's gold throne 

Where the grand whore barbelo's daughter wields a double-edged axe 

And I see the blade fall down upon the head of lord in heaven 

And darkness falls upon the end of history 

While I drink the milk of the black goddess and cry over the mankind 

Black moses is my name...