You move across the platform, touching black and white
A king in the crowd, a king to fall down
His queen will die slowly, eaten up by herself
Drowning in sadness, drowning in blood
She captures me with love
Black rain from above
When the palaces crumble, their guardians are asleep
They may pay the prices, or they may conquer earth
Up from the caves, with teeth and claws
The beast is rising, the beast is going to win.
Then a naked scarlet bitch, sitting on seven hills
A goblet made of gold, a goblet filled with filth
And after a thousand years, Gog and Magog arise
In a sea of sulphur, or in a sea of tears