This year I decided to host a Burns Night party, which requires serving haggis. Having eaten organ meats in various forms, thanks to my experience with Russian and Ukrainian food, I was confident that haggis couldn’t possibly be as awful as purported (in the end, I was correct!). Part of wanting to make a haggis was to prove to my friends that there is nothing especially awful about it (as offal as it is). After all, people all over the globe include organ meats in their diets, and no one makes quite as much a fuss about that as they do with the mere mention of haggis.[1] As it were, attitudes toward haggis are rooted in ethnic politics over a century old.[2]
Knowing that the key ingredient, sheep tripe, is illegal in the United States did not deter me, although it certainly made the endeavor of preparing the haggis difficult. By posting my experiences I hope that I can save Ohioans embarking on this endeavor time, stress, and maybe some money. My recipe for Ohio haggis concludes the post.
My initial search for haggis in Ohio only led me to Caledonia Kitchen and Jungle Jim’s. For someone who has plenty of money and little time, purchasing a Presentation Haggis (upwards of $70-$80, including shipping costs to Ohio) might be the way to go, as preparing it “from scratch” is a two-day process. Caledonia Kitchen’s canned haggis is available ($6/can at Jungle Jim’s), but I didn’t want to take a risk with its taste, and it presents a problem for presentation without a casing.
The search for ingredients began: sheep offal/tripe (organ meats), suet (animal fat), and a casing (traditionally a sheep’s stomach). Unfortunately, to make a haggis purely out of sheep parts in Ohio is impossible. Before feeling we must settle for a lesser, “impostor” haggis, realize that some beef parts are used in Scotland as well. I purchased suet and a beef tripe from Jungle Jim’s, only to find out later that what is included can vary by butcher – I ended up with the reticulum, and really recommend it for flavor. You may not need the entire thing, unless you are making a real monster haggis! I recommend cooking the entire tripe, and deciding on proportions at the grinding stage (see below). Bethia advises that La Plaza Tapatia in Columbus also sells tripe.
I used two lamb hearts (for deeper color) and roughly a pound of lamb liver, which I purchased from Lisa at Fox Hollow Farm in Knox County (totaling $5). Bethia got her heart and liver from Blues Creek at Columbus’ North Market. Thurn’s in Columbus is a wonderful butcher, and would probably provide the tripe, heart, liver, suet and beef bung cap (for casing) if you call ahead. If you go to Fox Hollow or Thurn’s, bring cash. There are likely other Columbus butchers, such as Carfagna’s, who could provide some combination of these parts.
Haggis recipes vary by region and taste, and mine is based on Bethia’s and Rampant Scotland’s recipes. All amounts are approximate, and vary based on the amount of organ meat.
Ohio Haggis
You will need:
Two lamb hearts[3] Meat grinder
1 beef tripe (reticulum) Dutch over or large pot
1 lb lamb Liver Thermometer
1 beef bung cap Cooking twine
3 Cups suet
2 Cups pin/steel cut oats
2 medium onions
Salt
Pepper
1 ½ tsp. nutmeg
1 tsp. mace
Trim any extraneous fat from the hearts and tripe. Bring hearts, tripe, and liver to boil in salted water, let simmer for 1 to 1 ½ hours. Keep them in the cooking water, and, once cooled, keep in the fridge over night.
On the following day, remove the organs from the water (keep the water again). Chop them and pass them throw the meat grinder along with the suet. Depending on your meat grinder, the smallest setting may be too fine. The texture should be even.
Soak the beef bung cap for at least 10 minutes, and take comfort that its particular smell will dissipate with cooking. While the bung cap is soaking, dry the oats in the oven, at350F for about 10 minutes – do not brown them.
Finely chop the onions, and add them to the meat mixture, along with all spices.
Stuff the bung cap with the haggis mixture, pressing the mixture through the tube to the closed end in a way that stuffs it compactly. The mixture will expand while cooking, so calculate roughly the size haggis you would like, and leave just less than double the amount of mixture to allow for expansion. Squeeze out the air, and tie of the open end with the twine; tie tight and well. Trim off any extra bung cap.
Bring the cooking water, which you saved, to about160F. Add more water if necessary. Keep the thermometer in the water. Place the haggis in the water and cook for 3 hours, not allowing the water temperature to rise beyond170F- your dear haggis might burst if you do! The internal temperature needs to reach at least150F evenly. If you notice that pressure is building up (and some is necessary), piercing one with a sharp pin will release the pressure.
Serve with neeps (mashed rutabagas) and tatties (mashed potatoes). On Burns Night, the haggis should be paraded to the serving table accompanied by pipes. Recite Robert Burns’ To a Haggis, and cut the haggis with an ‘X’ or equal-armed cross.
ENJOY!
My brother and I, getting ready to serve the haggis.
[1] A search for “tripe” on Wikipedia provides an expansive list of world dishes that include tripe. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tripe
[2] Dr. Joy Fraser of George Mason Univ. has presented in depth on the subject of haggis and its usage in representations of Scots and Scotland. http://gmu.academia.edu/JoyFraser/Papers
[3] Make sure all innards have been cleaned by a butcher, in particular the tripe! Keep frozen in transport. I put mine in the fridge to thaw the morning I boiled them.
Filed under: Russia
It’s been almost a year since I defended my MA Thesis, which was the result of three months of research in rural Karelia, and two-and-a-half years of vigorous graduate study. You can find my Thesis through OhioLink (public access): http://etd.ohiolink.edu/view.cgi?acc_num=osu1293723070.
Abstract: The fall of the Soviet Union in 1991 and ensuing market reforms under President Boris Yeltsin increased inequality and economic stress on Russia’s rural residents. The aftermath of agrarian privatization and the chaotic 1990s has been studied by researchers from various disciplines, but little has been done to explain regional variations in quality of life, employment opportunities, and how life in rural nonfarm economies differs from regions where commercial farming is the predominant economic activity. Russia’s northwestern Republic of Karelia has an economy based primarily on forestry and a diverse rural landscape and population, only a small portion of which is engaged in commercial farming. National policies such as market reforms and President Vladimir Putin’s 2006 project to grow the agroindustrial sector have done little to integrate rural nonfarm economies and communities into larger regional and national economies. Members of these communities continue to lead subsistence-based lives and face increasing marginalization as sources of employment and services in their villages close. If scholars and policymakers fail to provide services and maintain infrastructure to peripheral areas, local residents will face continued poverty, while their desire to work and participate in regional economies will be unrealized.
2011 has been an exhausting and trying year. I’m looking forward to toasting it into the past!
Filed under: Russia
Not everyone enjoys trains, but I adore them. Because this is a holiday weekend (Russia day), everyone who needed to travel already left on Friday. Thus, the train from St. Petersburg to Petrozavodsk was nearly empty. I shared a room with one other woman, and in our car was only one other family.
In spite of my exhaustion, things proceeded in the Russian way – my neighbor and I talked amiably about Karelia, life in a country and culture other than one’s own, the financial crisis, racism, and the environment. She has lived in France for five years with her French husband, and so understands the issues Slavic immigrants face, both in their adopted countries and when they return to their countries of origin.
I was worried these last few months about the state of my Russian; I haven’t been in Russia for four years. So far, I’ve been able to understand more of what’s happening around me than ever before – four years ago I never would have been able to engage people in conversation at this level, I still make mistakes to be sure, but I know I’m successfully communicating more information.
It is blessedly cool in Petrozavodsk. It will grow hotter as the summer progresses, but for now it’s in the mid 50s. My contact met me at the station this morning when the train came in at 7.00am. I was nervous, for some reason, that G.P. wouldn’t meet me or have found an apartment for me, as she is in no way obligated to help me, since I am not sponsored by the university. Why I doubt Russians I don’t know. My neighbor in the train said she would wait with me on the platform for my contact, and help me if need be. My contact showed, and had found me an apartment on one of the main downtown streets, Prospekt Lenina.
The apartment is on the fourth floor of a khryshchevka. It hasn’t been remodeled and so has all the character of a Soviet apartment – layers and layers of paint on the bathroom walls and doors, a terracotta-hued coat of paint on the floor, and cabinets that have seen better days. There is also an old-school water heater, thus in order to have hot water, I must manually turn on the gas and light the flame, which is in a small box on one of the kitchen walls. When I want turn the hot water spigot the gas kicks in with a whoosh and voila – hot water. The water itself seems very soft here, so hopefully my skin won’t have a hissy fit.
Everything I need is here – furniture, linens, dishes, and appliances. At 8am I was left to sort out my things and rest and we agreed to meet around one o’clock. I cleaned the tub and sink, unpacked, made the bed, washed some dishes, and took a nap. After I showered G.P. returned and we walked up and down Prospekt Lenina. There are several grocery stores and a market within two blocks of my apartment, a club and movie theater, tons of stores and cafes, and the university. Parallel to Prospekt Lenina runs Prospekt Karla Marksa, where there are several museums and theaters, more stores, and a large square.
We talked about the city and the types of students who come for the summer language program at the university. We discussed Finnish style, politics and culture, as well as the credit crisis in the US and the rise of credit in Russia (which is rapidly occurring, much to my dismay). Naturally we talked about my research as well, and I hope that, with her help, I am able to find traveling companions (they will likely expect some sort of compensation) and access to the library. I also hope that faculty members, for the most part, will be in the city over the summer and be able to meet with me.
My apartment will cost 45,000 rubles for the summer, and we will sort out the payment tomorrow. I went to the store to buy the basics – milk, butter, tvorog, kefir (no really, I love dairy!), vegetables, bread, and water, and ate a meal of herbed veggies and buckwheat. Tomorrow I will access the internet and try to call my friends in Moscow. In the afternoon I will work on the class paper left over from Spring quarter, though probably I won’t get it finished! For now, some tvorog and the rest of this football match!
Filed under: Russia
It really only occurred to me today that four years have passed and precisely how much can change in that time. Frankfurt airport has tripled in size, while I could hardly believe my eyes upon arriving in St. Petersburg. Like vines on a dead tree, новостройки are sprouting everywhere, among and around the crumbling ruins of forgotten buildings. A three-lane highway now circles the city. Free wi-fi abounds, as do credit card advertisements. People here are as beautiful as ever, even if more of them are heavier-set than I remember, and more flowers , wheelchair ramps, and signage exists in public spaces.Customer service and attention has increased as well.
But, before all this occurred to me I boarded a tiny express jet from Columbus, OH to Washington D.C. I got to experience the new body scan machine at CMH, an addition which has slowed down the security check process somewhat.
Washington Dulles was buzzing with people speaking all languages and bustling from one end of the building to the other. I bought an iced coffee from a Caribbean woman working at a “Hawaiian” coffee stand and boarded my trans-Atlantic flight.
Row 41 was the next to last row on board. A Lebanese fellow sat on my left, and as I read a substance-less article about poverty and game theory, I realized I had dreamt of this precise moment a while ago. The man next to me was so talkative i began to worry about his attentions. While I can’t know what he was thinking, it turns out he works for an agency which tracks down abducted children. Naturally, this lead to talk about Russia, but we also discussed food, movies, foreign language study, and my field. He turned out to be benign, even a potential point of contact in D.C. if that’s where we end up. I wasn’t able to sleep on that flight for whatever reason, and so I feel like an old turnip sitting in the train station a day later.
When I boarded the Frankfurt flight to Petersburg I hoped I would be sitting next to Russians, preferably natives of St. Petersburg. Thankfully, this turned out to be the case, and so I was able to ask them about how best to get from the airport to Ladozhskii vokzal. They convinced me to take a taxi, guessing it would cost about 1500 rubles, but insisting it would be better to pay this expense than try to handle a fifty pound suitcase and two other bags by myself in the metro (which would present obstacles like stairways and narrow tourniquets). In my mind I saw the predatory taxi drivers pressing around the newly arrived, and so I was pleasantly surprised to find a central kiosk which provided an up-front rate and called up the driver. It cost 900 rubles, and for the driver’s pleasant disposition and conversation I thought this was a very fair price.
Ladozhskii vokzal is one of the newest stations Russia, with plenty of stores and cafes, as well as a reliable lock-up service for baggage and even rooms with beds and showers available for rent. I locked up my bags and went to the metro. I strolled a bit in the rain along Nevskii prospekt and stopped by a cafe. Feeling overly warm, tired, and dirty, I bought myself an Americano and bowl of hot rice kashi.I used their restroom to freshen up then proceeded to wander. I ended up at a large shopping center, where I purchased a SIM card for 120 rubles that would enable me to make calls throughout Russia and the CIS. I peeked at the shoes, saddened to find the same prices for the same plastic heels we have in the US – I will continue to search for the higher quality, stacked heels I’m used to here!
I returned to the train station, hoping to get a room for a few hours. I went to the fourth floor following the signs and a security guard noticed me looking around. He asked what he could help me find, and when I told him explained how to get to the rooms. He called me ‘detochka’ and ‘solniushka’, meaning I either looked as tired as I felt or had taken a particularly creepy liking for me. As I turned to follow his directions, a woman behind a desk shouted that all the rooms were full. I was too tired to push the issue, and went to the general waiting area several meters away, prepared to force myself to stay away for the next 4 hours. The security guard came over and offered to let me lock myself in their kabinet for an hour or two to rest. Wishing I could accept his offer but sensing danger I declined. I dozed for an hour or so with my head on my purse, my arm looped through and covering my other bag, and with my feet perched on my suitcase over the zippers.
After that I went to the restroom, where the dezhurnaia insisted for the second time that evening that i just go in, even though everyone else was paying 20 rubles ‘entry fees’. Either I really do look tired, or something else was happening there! Probably, she didn’t feel like waiting for me to dig out the coins.
I confirmed with my contact in Petrozavodsk, Galina Parikhina, who is the director of international programs at Petrozavodsk State University, and now await my train. Hopefully, there will be an outfitted apartment waiting for me in Petrozavodsk. If this isn’t the case, well, we shall see what happens!
So the following is a disappointing display of fucktwattery that took place on my Facebook page over the course of a week. This person is the boyfriend of a mutual friend of Andrey and I. I always have fun hanging out with him, but when all I wanted to do was update my Facebook status, this is the deliberate bigot-spew that he not only muttered in response, but by which he persisted to irritate my friends and I for days. I was calm until today — I’m sorry, Andrey, Olya, if this complicates our get-togethers, but I really don’t ever want to see him again. No camping, drinking, etc., and I hope he never comes to our apartment because I won’t abide such vitriol in our home.
Sadly, the following is an example (all too familiar to me) of general (though certainly not all) Russian sentiment on issues of sexuality, identity, and minorities in general. (more…)
Filed under: Uncategorized
My connections with Starbucks customers are typically heartwarming and encourage me to feel good about humanity. However, as I was on my lunch yesterday, a couple came in looking pretty downtrodden. While I hadn’t met their acquaintances, my coworker knew them as regular customers and immediately asked what was wrong. Needless to say, the holiday that should mark remembrance was met with grief, the sort of soul-shredding wounding and scarring that can only come from religion. Both men, like myself, will probably never fully recover from these ravages, but their soul-wounds had been ripped open again by their hate-mongering Christian families — telling from what they retold, this nonsense won’t stop with them, but will continue on to the next generation within their family.
There are only a few non-Christians where I work, and so far nothing of note has come up between myself and the religious there. I’m successfully diplomatic when the situation calls for it, i.e., when I genuinely like the people I work with and their religion, so far, is nothing but a distasteful fashion accessory. I go out of my way to avoid conversations that have to do with morals and could go down ‘that’ path.
8 Household Cleaning Agents to Avoid
By the Gaiam Staff
A surprising number of the most harmful toxins ever created are found right in our own backyard — indeed, right inside your mop closet. Here are ways you can detoxify your home, make it safe again, and keep it that way.
The air in our homes is filled with fumes from petrochemical solvents added to cleaners to dissolve dirt. The average household contains anywhere from three to 25 gallons of toxic materials, most of which are in cleaners. No law requires manufacturers of cleaning products to list ingredients on their labels or to test their products for safety. It’s up to you to make sure your home is not only clean, but also nontoxic.
Unfortunately, it isn’t easy to identify which products contain these hazardous ingredients. While cleaners are the only household products regulated by the U.S. Consumer Product Safety Commission under the Federal Hazardous Substances Labeling Act, their sellers aren’t required to reveal these products’ ingredients. These ingredients are considered “trade secrets,” so government regulations are actually designed to protect this proprietary information, not to protect human health or the environment.
When it comes to cleaners, the consumer has little to go on beyond the warning labels that manufacturers are required to put on their products. The labels DANGER, WARNING and POISON give only a very general idea about the seriousness of the unknown substances a product contains. In fact, a New York Poison Control Center study found that 85 percent of product warning labels are inadequate.
These warnings apply only to a product’s immediate health effects; they don’t illuminate what happens when we use them over a long period of time. If you’re using common household cleaners, you’re likely to encounter the following chemicals (among many others), and the following effects, while cleaning:
* Chlorinated phenols found in toilet bowl cleaners are toxic to respiratory and circulatory systems.
* Diethylene glycol found in window cleaners depresses the nervous system.
* Phenols found in disinfectants are toxic to respiratory and circulatory systems.
* Nonylphenol ethoxylate, a common surfactant (detergent) found in laundry detergents and all-purpose cleaners, is banned in Europe; it has been shown to biodegradeslowly into even more toxic compounds.
* Formaldehyde found in spray and wick deodorizers is a respiratory irritant and suspected carcinogen.
* Petroleum solvents in floor cleaners damage mucous membranes.
* Perchloroethylene, a spot remover, causes liver and kidney damage.
* Butyl cellosolve, common in all-purpose, window and other types of cleaners, damages bone marrow, the nervous system, kidneys and the liver. The list could fill a book. And it’s a book that would include thousands of other chemicals — some so dangerous that they’re found on lists of chemicals associated with Superfund toxic waste sites and in the toxins section of the U.S. Clean Air and Water Acts.
To detoxify your mop closet, first rid it of cleaners that are toxic or that you suspect may be toxic.You can be sure of this if the label says WARNING, DANGER or POISON.
If you’re like most people, you’ve probably got more than a few rusty, crusty, almost-empty bottles of cleaning products, along with some dried-out sponges and a furniture-polish-soaked T-shirt hanging around in your mop closet.With a little organization and attention to labels, you can transform it into a complete and efficient collection of products that will not only help keep your house spic-and-span, but also help reduce dangerous indoor air pollution created by most conventional household cleaners.
Some cleaners may advertise that they are “environmentally sound” but fail to provide a full list of ingredients.
The manufacturer that gives you the most information about its product is usually the manufacturer you can trust.
Start by pulling everything out and making three piles: one for the things you use every week (laundry detergent, toilet paper, trash bags, paper towels), the second for things you use every once in a while (window cleaner, hardwood floor cleaner, stain and odor removers), and the third for things you can’t remember using and things that look caked on, rusted over or petrified beyond recognition.
Take a close look at the labels on the products in piles 1 and 2. Anything that you know to be toxic,move to pile 3. The items in pile 1 go back into the closet. Store products you only use now and then (pile 2) on an out-of-the-way shelf in the closet. And items in pile 3 get banished from the house forever — but do not dispose of them down the drain or in the garbage; your local department of public works can tell you how to safely dispose of these hazardous household wastes. After this exercise, you might find that you need to do some restocking to meet your cleaning needs with safe and natural products.
When you buy new cleaning products, look for those that list their ingredients on the label, and make sure those ingredients include no petroleum-based surfactants, chlorine or phosphates. Also look for the words “nontoxic” and “biodegradable.” A host of products now available in naturalfood stores and in many supermarkets are designed to clean as effectively as their petrochemical counterparts, but won’t pollute your home or the earth in the process.
If you use sponges to clean any part of your home, make sure they’re pure cellulose sponges that are not treated with a synthetic disinfectant. Most sponges sold in U.S. supermarkets these days are impregnated with triclosan or other synthetic disinfectants. Packaging that claims “kills odors” or “resists odors” makes these sponges easy to distinguish. In reality, a disinfectant-laden sponge is ineffective at sterilizing countertops or other surfaces; the disinfectant simply gives you a “germ-free” sponge. This, in and of itself, is not a bad thing.
Sponges by nature are perfect breeding grounds for germs, since they are a moist, warm habitat and come into close and frequent contact with bacteria when wiping up spills, meat juices, etc. However, the disinfectants used in these sponges may help contribute to the evolution of drugresistant “super” germs. It’s easy to keep a pure cellulose sponge germfree by boiling it in a pot of water for three to five minutes, tossing it in the top rack of the dishwasher, or microwaving it on high for one minute. Pure cellulose sponges can be found in natural-food stores and hardware stores.
Home Made Cleaning Solutions: Nontoxic recipes for effective cleaners.
Furniture Polish: Mix 1 teaspoon of lemon juice in 1 pint of mineral or vegetable oil. Apply a small amount to a clean cotton cloth and wipe wooden parts of furniture.
Rug Deodorizer: Deodorize dry carpets by sprinkling liberally with baking soda. Wait at least 15 minutes and vacuum. Repeat if necessary.
Mothballs: Use cedar chips or a sachet with any or all of the following: lavender flowers, rosemary, mint, white peppercorns.
Whitening Scouring Powder: Combine 1 cup baking soda, 2 teaspoons cream of tartar, 1/8 cup borax, 1/4 cup grated lemon, orange or grapefruit peel and mix well. Scrub using a damp sponge.
Glass Cleaner: Combine 1 1/2 cups vinegar, 1/2 cup water and 8 drops citrus essential oil in a spray bottle and shake well. Spray and wipe with a dry cloth or towel.
Filed under: America
Why are Americans all up in arms about the Mexican ad for Absolut? I, for one, understood the nuance in the ad, and rather liked it. Anyone who is pouring their Absolut down the drain needs to grow up; the Swedes are not war mongering, they’re not anti-American. They are hinting at what many Mexican consumers might refer to as golden days of their country’s history.
I’m quite sure that after seeing the ad, Mexican citizens are not going to bomb us to reclaim their territory. I bet many of them smiled — is that what drives Americans up the wall? Why is it that Americans react like children whenever they hear that they’ve been talked about?
I’ll toast the Mexicans and the Swedes later on tonight, with a chilled bottle of Absolut vodka.
As someone in the scientific community, I am outraged that the censorship of research has ever been allowed to flourish. The common lay person would dismiss claims of government censorship or even outright control of research as conspiracy theory or liberal panic. What must be done to get the point across?
Are the many career scientists who resigned during this regime for having felt their integrity compromised simply invisible? What has happened these last eight years has been a tragedy. Many others and myself seriously doubt if government funded science will ever again have integrity enough to function.
Most unfortunately, and, likely what will spell our doom, is that the American people as a whole are drowning in empty idealism and patriotism, and as a result, don’t have the balls or the will to analyze themselves or their government. They are hand fed sound bites by the media, and this has resulted in an overall distrust and dismissal of anything, including good research, that doesn’t have media endorsement.
Does anyone else see this for the crisis it is?
I decided to write briefly on this topic after spotting the following article from AFP:
http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20080407/sc_afp/usclimateenvironmentnasa_080407051048
I have mixed feelings about this article’s publication in Yahoo News; I feel the majority of Americans have already decided (with a curious but false sense of authority ) that global climate change is unprovable, or that both ‘opinions’ in the scientific community are politically fueled. Our government and its bed partners, the oil and other energy companies, have succeeded in their goal — enough dissent and confusion were spun that the people have dismissed the issue as unproven and far from being decided. Now, the average person is likely to dismiss any statement or research as just another discordant voice in the overall cacophony — if they haven’t already closed their minds completely.
Filed under: Uncategorized
In the shower today I caught myself wondering if 9th and 10th cent. Scandinavians saw Christianity in a similar way as I do. Did individuals see the doom of their spiritual lifeways, and, in some cases, even their way of life? I’d like to think Eirik Rauði saw this religion for what it is. I have to wonder if similar thoughts have occurred before, in different times and places, among different people…trippy.
Eric the Red (Týr)
Why I take refuge here, my father was
outlawed from the old land in east
A story of bloodshed and I too was outlawed,
now I take refuge here
What brings you here my friend, what brings
you north to where hell is of ice
South from the sand dunes where hell is of
fire, why have you come so far
Anywhere, you don’t care where you
Go as long as there are faithless you can
make believe need help
And that you have the cure, of your
intentions, I’m sure
I can’t bring it all to reason you’ve
convinced these people that all
Their ancestors were wrong, disoriented they
do not know where they belong
Like a virus you’ll go on, and when I’m dead and gone
Both sides waging war will be for one true divinity
Like a virus you’ll go on, and when I’m dead and gone
Both sides waging war will be raging in the
name of one true divinity
This I don’t understand, why this perverted
superhuman ideal
So we are born to nothing but torture and
torment, that, I don’t understand
Clearly I see the end, I pray that the embers
will persist from my faith
Clearly I’m outnumbered, allegedly outdated,
since your arrival here.
Anywhere, you don’t care where you
Go as long as there are faithless you can
make believe need help
And that you have the cure, of your
intentions, I’m sure
I can’t bring it all to reason you’ve
convinced these people that all
Their ancestors were wrong, disoriented they
do not know where they belong
Like a virus you’ll go on, and when I’m dead and gone
Both sides waging war will be for one true divinity
Just convert the whole wide world, into the
abyss we are hurled
Sentenced come end of the world, spare me
your self righteous word
