After the gun, my eye remains accurate
and calls for justice, to the line of dog collars
shown to me, proud.
hide their sins in the name of God.
Those, who tore the child's skin
and squeezed his heart to darkness
of the unrest.
Your King, hides Today, under his
Tiara and hopes, despot, the kiss in the ring .
But my eye and my finger is certain calm. Your blood is
gray ash and you will claim I
Hell!
Go, Fear Me
because after the gun, I hope ... to May.