Текст песни
He, who is hung in Golgotha, is reveling in blood.
Harridan pillars on fire. The age of the lunacy plague.
Does he know where path of fear ends?
A thousand-year long oblivion of the one
Whose body’s nailed to the cross.
Weakness and lies, descent into dark.
The lathee for sheep at the ready,
the hour of holy epiphany has arrived.
A sanguineous idol shall fill cup with blood,
summoning to wake up corpse
