Favourite Sin

People go to church for the same reasons
The same reasons they go to a tavern
To stupify themselves
To forget their misery
To imagine themselves
Even only for minutes
Free and happy
[Mikhail Bakunin]

So I looked behind and beheld a pale horse
And his name who sat on him was Death
And Hell followed with him.

[Pre-chorus:]
"Power was given unto them
Over the fourth part of earth
To kill with the sword
With famine and death
By the wild beasts of the earth
When the sun turned black
And the moon bloodred
And the stars fell down to earth".

To do all that one is able to do
Is to be a man
To do all that one would like to do
Is to be a God.

[Chorus:]
Woman, make a stand
Come crawling to my hand
Put away your fear
It's only me, my dear.

Man, if there were dreams to sell
What would you buy, tell?
Eternally, your favourite sin
Is pride that apes humility.

[Pre-chorus]
[Chorus]

Imensitate, veşnicie
Tu, haos, care toate-aduni
În golul tău e nebunie
Şi ii faci pe toţi nebuni
Imensitate, veşnicie
Pe cînd eu tremor în delir
Cu ce supremă ironie
Arăţi în fund un cimitir
[George Bacovia, excerpt of „Pulvis‟*]

[Chorus]

[*Translation of the excerpt:]
Immensity, eternity
You, chaos, who gather everything
In your void is insanity
You make us all insane
Immensity, eternity
With what supreme irony
As I shake with fever, you reveal
In the background a cemetery.