Wishing The Renaissance

I was not born for suffering and hatred,no need to kneel before the crossI shift aside the curtain from human disgust,my voice will reach distant skiesI see possibility of magic and grace of colours - before me,fully supernaturalI see theater - so ingenious, so wonderful,and a man stands there in the center of it allThey turn upside down denominations of healthy ones,lies are for them truth - weakness rulesOn the false ground - they are born from tears of ChristNoble morality makes them pain in their brainsI want to see whole universe - so deep, and shining stars,Walk through nature, feel the life in my veinsI would like to explore new spaces, my heart is longing for,Deprive of chains, sit on the throne of Golden AgeThey created poverty and introduced sins for the weak ones,to enlarge theirselves in their poor faithCross as a sign for the most vicious conspiracy,I'll make you see all that evilTriumph of beauty, victory of graceRays of the Sun light up the galleryPleasure of senses in embrace of flowersBeatrice stands by my sideGarden is open, let enter my friendSail round all knowing - fill the blankYou are their enemy, you soil their white dressAntique spirit - honour and prideRoman's bells chime fast, inquisition on the marchBroken harmony, unleashed hell, withering blossoms, dying hopeFallen noblesness, in a dark abyss, perversion rules the worldI know it, I see, fortune and power, nothing else,nothing moredistorted memories, so far to the destination,all is just an evil dream of the god's creation