| When you want to show | |
| That your life has passed away | |
| When the death around you | |
| Could reason be your voice? | |
| Your feelings could change suddenly | |
| Neither love, nor hate | |
| Only the endless anticipation | |
| For the alternation of His Dogma | |
| Dogma, from the hate horde | |
| Of merciless preachers of Jesus | |
| Dogma, from all of them | |
| Ulterior, servants of Him | |
| And when we feel that season | |
| Has passed away | |
| We will dream of | |
| The absolute freedom | |
| Freedom to raise the voice | |
| Pure outburst of rage | |
| In this mysterious and not promised | |
| Dogma of fear and hate | |
| Dogma, from the hatred horde | |
| Of merciless preachers of Jesus | |
| Dogma, from all of them | |
| Ulterior, servants of Him |