Ecce Homo! Behold ye vexated ones, the scourged, bound and crowned man What passion is wrought here by wrought iron barbed Each lashing a new implication and judgment He of Bisenti and the mocking throng flank as rouge flecked wings Now alone...Violaceous tattered garb draped ‘round low shoulders That have born the burden of those who shout Non Serviam Blissful blood is the wine, and the cup runneth over And extinguish the flame of that which burns not A nail for each apportionment of the Trinity A spear for lustful blasphemy – Arma Christi He is despised and rejected of men, misericordia Acquainted he is with grief. We lay our iniquity upon himTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
