Almighty and scornful, never-ending faith and forgiving, no fighting nor evil, don't you believe? Praying to stop what never ends, is there more than one God? Are we all confused? The weak came calling where is the shelter or warth? Is the weary dead already, nothing is higher than you, your sons blood payed our sins, so nervous are there who displease him fell upon them so, once replaced with others of forgotten faith, break is his anger that's hidden well, those that are lost he won't forget while others do, who else is always there for you, satan hides from the purges expelled, can heaven ever be nothing but good? God almighty, god the savory hides us from evil so, never ending or evil, he is all that we have in the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem