Literature
White fluff flies, souls wide open...
White fluff flies, souls wide open,
Yes, the gates have opened to meet me,
And there's darkness, swept away by laughter,
Only burning fiercely, the whole altar,
From paradise on your shoulders, waiting for God,
Yes, the Mother of God is nearby, with angels in a row,
In his truth, he takes away sins,
I stared in silence at the white robes,
Remembering the whole past in my mind,
Yes, you will remember more than once, and the future,
In treachery, the clear eyes of the Goddess,
The gods, as judges from heaven, will seek,
People sleep peacefully, eternal sleep,
There you will see Christ, in his blood,
Crucified on the cross, in the name of faith to posterity,
The throne of winter is broken, and spring has come,
Many of the living will go down to the underworld,
They are all in sin, in black malice,
They part with their souls, looking at the white light,
They look like they're alive, but they're half dead,
They breathe like angels, all black,
They stand motionless in an empty temple,
I was
