You think I"m changing history. I"m not:
I simply follow chosen way, without a single whim,
Without a single prayer, sung to God,
Without a single fallen tear. I only try to brim
My flesh, my mind and soul with sweet delight
He brought. And I keep tearing lungs, because I want to scream
His name and all his words I can recite... 
Am I now strong enough to serve the Devil without him?...