They are leading me
They who eternal hide under the cross
I'm standing in front of gathering
They judge and condemn for death
I can hear rumble hearts of cranks
They shut off my thirsty eyes.
They trample my cleaness
Warm spit of hatred flowing on my face
Ones hit by remains of veins
Next have birches from the thorns
They flog cruel
Chains crush the bones
No mercy in their inhuman thoughts
You Master Of Holy Justice
Do your obligation
Register in book of death
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