From the Thorns of my crown emerge affliction and scorn
In my Wrists and Feet still bleed your numerous blames
The Accusing voices pass through my side during my Agony
The Inscription on my cross restricts me to be a feigned king
I manifest myself before you as an Immolated God
My clothes and tunics ripped in four parts
Surrendered in drawing to the low bidder
Somber spirits Drown my Diminished Light, In my Freezing Hell,
Devouring my Teachings, Absentees of Compassion
Without Wasting away in the Cold Blazes of Death.
Tortured until the Endless Rest, Reserved for me.
My look totally full of Darkness they only believe to see
Burning next to this Astral Entity
As the writings pray
So let it be written, So let it be completed
Father, Forgive them, because they don't know that they do
Their weak spirits don't perceive my nature
It finally happens my Time for the Nations Glory,
Surrender Adoration in the Cradle of my Holocaust
I am thirsty... I Need Justice, I am innocent
In these instants of darkness I distinguish to the stertors of the end
I harbor immense fears in this important last test
Perhaps be not Worthy of to support on me this intense load
Father, Father
Father, Father, Why have you Forsaken me?
Your Name impregnates all my Cells, I have trusted you
I nurture of your substance and You absorb my Experiences
I am the Sovereign Patriarch and Asylum of the Devote one.
I Hit with Lasting Misfortune to the Impure Sinner,
No Notices your Presence when my hour restitution somber
The Sun has darkened and The Veil of the Temple becomes torn,
The Earth shivers while it concludes my mission
Omnipotent Father, I can't see you
You curse my Hangmen, Fulminate them
Almighty Father, Raise with fire to the Pagan
I Need your Salvation Hands, Save me