A kinless slave called 
upon the high priest 
- When the smell of 
smoke will reach your skies, 
When will you see how 
your sons and servants’ deeds 
Erase millions of souls 
paralyzing life and light with venom. 
Where was your rightness, the Creator 
– in the beginning or in the end? 
Your unequalled paradise 
became ridiculous, 
Like your laughter 
has become obscure!