Cursed Are The Lambs of God ... born of sin, vicious, twisted and mistaken. Sitting on Wings of the Absolute I fly through the depths of primal conciousness ... pure and free, learned the truth long before being awaken. I'm in a place after any kind of experience that by one man could ever be taken, so close to the other side, almost after final one and before ... Prepare award-door, waiting to be opened when the battle is finally won. Lambs of god are lost ... none of them I can trust ... trapped in the wrong bus of greed and lust they're drowning in the sea of pride and lies. Cursed now forever die, covered with chordes of flies, no enter to the other side, never they wanted to fly.