\"Christians used every possible methods To fight the Devil invented by them But they missed the coming of the true Devil... Always keeping in mind that \"legion is My Name\" They reckoned his names But the true Name of the Devil was lost this name was RYE...\"
Satiated by hunger, rattling the bones Useless offspring of the mindless slaves Choosing the monks' clatter instead of festivity Enshrouded they bury themselves Yearning for impending end... Yearning for resurrection by the lord's grace
Inertia brought forth both famine and pest While they thirst in vain for the end of the world.
Leprosy and plague... These eternal brothers They marched together grinding the bones Flagellants... Inquisition... Eerie gifts of (the) inflamed mind Burning in the flame of holy ergotism... Trials of cats, trials of cows and trials of pigs...
...And so the first death fires started to burn Priest calling larvas, bugs and worms - The harmful creatures who devastate Gardens and fields for trial...
Where the smell of bread once soared Now they eat the creeping filth Using the worms and clay as the food The cadaverous stench jollified the minds
The limbs, burnt to a coal by Pestilentia Ignaria Insignificant death for feeble slaves, masters and plebs
By trembling rags, swarming with stumps in the mud Feasting upon the tombless bodies, Flesh of the mothers, children and consorts Not dead, nor living can't be comprehended now...
\"Every healthy person, especially the young ones Must wash themselves as rare as possible\" That was the warning of St. Benedict And some persons took to heart this advice So they never washed themselves during all the life...