As tears of blood are rainig from the sky

Sleeping body of the visitor lies

From the depths rise the eternal singings 

Which orchestrate the march of the ceremony


Hosanna


Opening his eyes the amazing spectacle

Of the torturers enchained at the stake

Imploring faces are devoid of this hate

Which condemned the supposed heretics to death

The visitor's looking at this stream of pain

The pleasure in his eyes rises higher than the flames.


Hosanna


His feeling of injustice dies 

Pictures of torture seems so far

The pain for fictitious heresy 

Revenge comes a day finally 

Episode between death and life

The evil consumed bodies lie

The visitor falls again in big sleep

This dead man can now rest in peace.


Hosanna