I will be there at the day of his rebirth I will await him with all my intolerance I will laugh in his incredulous face So rigid that also his belief Will not prevent
He will die again for all his lies Also the ones that stood with him No heaven will be awaiting them Only me with all my veracity
It will be a feast to see him cook I will see his breaking eyes Dying under the wings of satan Disbanding in a tear Of incomprehensible sorrow