No more gods my mouth will praise,
All these ghosts I will erase.
Show me deities that you embrace,
All these dreams I will debase.
No more visions my eyes will see.
From superstitions I am free.
The death of gods I do foresee.
From my life all ghosts will flee.
No more mysteries my mind will find,
All these ghosts I have left behind.
The gods I saw when I was blind,
my deeds were evil when I was kind.
No more shadows my hands will touch,
I will walk without a crutch.
Bearded saints, gods and such,
these things I do not value much.
No more prayers I will say,
your pious whims I do not obey.
From narrow path I’ll turn away,
not tomorrow but today.
No more demons my heart will fear,
To no ghosts I will adhere.
To hell with lies, let’s be sincere.
Gods are gone and that is clear.