Whose anger is to be feared The one that sun kills with the arrows of heat Threw them down and flayed them with scourges
Ruler of consciousness One of the dreadful sights which we witnessed ourselves
Who thought unjust will be scourged, racked, bound Will have the eyes burnt out Suffering every kind of disorder Being hung up at the pale
The expiations and atonements for sin May not be made by sacrifices and amusements They doesn’t redeem us from the “pain” of hell
Leapt from a wall in the hope to reach the Beyond We would become the sun that kills with arrows of heat
This awful shadow was cast across the human mind
Who thought unjust will be scourged, racked, bound Will have the eyes burnt out Suffering every kind of disorder Being hung up at the paleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
