Whiplash, laughter of guards
Another drop of bloody sweet falls upon the slippery pavement
Thorns driven into temple

Shivering body desiring rest
Last glance at the sky
Here is your prize!


Years of lies harvest the crop
Here s the chosen lamb

Resurrection of mortals
March of the lepers
Dance of the possessed


What once seemed to be a deed
Becomes malefaction for itself

Divine wonders bear the heaviest arms
Yet the hatchet is not yours
At first the night of torment

And then the salutary day

You have chosen nothing

But wise men alone have you convinced
So carry your torment
So carry their rapture


Eyes clouded with blood
Canvas sticked to the corpse

Another downfall
Another splinters in the shoulders


Believe, they gave the verdict on you
Saviour with eyes of lamb and lion
Blind faith passed on in scriptures

As was foretold
You have been chosen


Arise!
Arise and walk!
Go on meet your destiny!

Arise!
Arise and walk!
Go on bring them salvation!