Crucified sacrifice

Are sinking in the mist

Their weeping's like a brand

And dogs are waiting

By the crosses

For the night to come



Come from the abyss

Do not unfetter us

Do not let the words sound



Just as a pearl

Pick the satiating fruits

And dies of delicious taste

So the mist makes

The thorny shrub lie fighter

On the crucified head



Wake your lips up

Wake your arms up

Like a lost soul when praying

Give the sceptre

The sceptre of Satan



The subjects

Without dreams

Without power

On their knees

Lament overwhelms the darkness

Priests sweep their eyes

Over burning crosses

Priests angrily look

Are the prayer weeping

The prayer

Prayer in blood

The prayer

Prayer for blood



And the death of them

Turned his voice

To the sky

And the demented riff-raff

Is crying, tears all around

Unchained hands that tear

Throats to pieces

Sa that they won't sound again