Serpentine Transformation

Every age is bleak background, barrier of potential For a few electrons crossing it Whole orbit anyway wouldn't notice even disappearance of Milky Way Well... night sky would be just a bit darker The golden calf on the golden altar It's enough to spill louder To make horde of clowns burn inquisition's stakes Well... night sky would be just a bit lighter Traps of time should be liquidate to put the most accident in every second Lines of reality of this world cross in me Ancient heart beats with archaic rhythm in me This I am, who has burnt Rome and destroyed Sodom I've build concentration camps I was hangman's rope and sword of wild mercenary I was and I am