Piligrimai II

To rule to rule to lick the diamonds
Smash off their feet those who doesn’t obtain rules
To spit to the faces the one’s who don’t get
That sea of desire doesn’t have a shore
Hands tied up twisted fingers
Spinning guns made from barbed (wire)
Above heads fixed on rubber body
Knowing hundred ways how to breed in dirt
For all existing and not existing – that’s the end
Stooped pilgrims will say say
Will degenerate, will take us (us like burning metal)
Shades of fighting scenes will fall fall
Possibility to open your eyes is born just once
To kneel to humble in front of alive pilgrims
To put together and around black figures on a path
To pour slowly dark white wax on a head
For all existing and not existing – that’s the end
Stooped pilgrims will say say
Will degenerate, will take us (us like burning metal)
Shades of fighting scenes will fall fall