Who does it bleed, so the sky turns red?
Earth shakes, people rage, God silent...
Who is it tortured, though never blasphemed?
No sense of guilt, into a miscarriage of justice the dogma sprouts.

Bloody mutilation of the holy body,
the power holds in hands - bestial inferno,
unholy cult under archangel's wing,
condemns the phenomenon with trivial verdict.

"Blasphemy!"

Tormenting torture slowly kills,
a weak individual and warlike clan.
Pitiless beasts loose empathy,
blood streams still gush out of wounds.

"Heresy!"

Here the beast's heart eagerly rejoices,
the first spike of wrath pirces the flesh.

Destoyed and betrayed - helpless,
knocked down by dictator's fist,
vainly looking for his guilt
Succumb to pain.

Heart shivering in the shackles of fear,
from the candle of life won't remain
no more than few moments of gloom
- so red, so red...

Looking for mercy in front God,
for those who spilled your blood.
But there where justice is void,
undying wrath is born!

You die alone and still believe,
no miracle to reverse the events.You wannabe monarch - Jesus himself.
...you will pay for it!

Looking for mercy in front God,
for those who spilled your blood.
But there where justice is void,
undying wrath is born!

Why waste your hope for life?
How long can you keep your faith?
Your apathy to pain is bizzare,
but is hardly an emotional support.

Waiting for the Creater's help?
Enjoying his cruel revenge - you fool?
One who wants to be like God,
must rise from the dead and enter the heavens.

You'll die.
You'll die with your faith on the cross.

Where's your saviour?
Even now is he watching in silence?
No, he doesn't feel sorry for your blood.
Your God is a sham, your God is nothing.

Your God doesn't live, he is dead.
... he is dead!

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