The God of man, made of bricks and bones,
clothed in gold, he bathes in a river of blood.
The fate of man, in the hands of God,
life and death, weighed in measures of gold.

Dreams and hopes of a paradise to be gained,
all prayers and cries of the mothers' in vain.
God bless himself, from the guile of man,
for a day shall dawn when sinners shall burn.