This is the day I testify. Dead son and wife laid crossways on each other. Here comes the witch's curse sitting in a saddle. Monastery. I need to testify in this moment sometimes I'm too tired of living in a nightmare. A starving dog without it's master. I want to believe! Divine right to purify. I hear them say: "Worse than a hangman." Gods will is in my hands. I've build the city around the bell. Dogs dressed in black,hear my calling to the cliff! Snap at their heels! Sweep them away! The beat of our prayer breaks the marble apart. Kneel down at the blessed eminence and worship! Whenever daylight sees our horde approaching it humbly retreats to the horizon. Like a serpent shuts its eye slowly stormclouds and my reign embraces the sun.