To the black rock of glorious penance The crowd gathers at the pinnacle Who shreds, tortures and burns innocence Fortunate to test their faith in the miracle
The brave woman stands in the mire And suffers to support her sisters When he defies the great cardinal The sane world starts to fall
Be blessed for your blind devotion The church will purify your passions Be blessed to starve for all saints ‘Cause greed, for evil, is a blade
The mountain is drowned in hell The cowardly people condemn Hélène For the salvation of their prayers And deceived hope immolates the worshipers
The egg on the tower cries On this painting of the 5 crimes He wraps the baby in his body, Instrument of his slow agony
Be blessed for your blind devotion The church will purify your passions Be blessed to starve for all saints ‘Cause greed, for evil, is a bladeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
