So many years ago, before we both were born,
Somebody has foretold remission of this night,
When, listening to voices from inside,
We found each other on the road with no return.
Almighty king of Babylon and Rome!
You know, my whore flesh hides beneath Maria"s soul,
That"s made of wax and flies wherever you may call,
And has the wand to help you to achieve back home