Testo The End Of All Times And Lands

The end of all times and lands shall be... When the Moon crosses the battlefields of Mars, a bee will fly through a fog and flame over the Megiddo. And a bee will sit to my opened mouth in crusted blood and golden dust. In the sunset. Humans is only the flesh, is rarely beautiful, often not. Their "souls" is only the food for the black Eagle. I'm rising over them and I may crush them as a worms in a dead flesh with their pathetic desires and lives. They devour all around itself, they waver, multiply, creep and die. At the end of all times and lands... I received the strength of Our Father. And I'm keeping away emotionally and see them as they crawl to the end of all times and lands.