Crucified sacrifice   Are sinking in the mist   Their weeping's like a brand   And dogs are waiting   By the crosses   For the night to come      Come from the abyss   Do not unfetter us   Do not let the words sound      Just as a pearl   Pick the satiating fruits   And dies of delicious taste   So the mist makes   The thorny shrub lie fighter   On the crucified head      Wake your lips up   Wake your arms up   Like a lost soul when praying   Give the sceptre   The sceptre of Satan      The subjects   Without dreams   Without power   On their knees   Lament overwhelms the darkness   Priests sweep their eyes   Over burning crosses   Priests angrily look   Are the prayer weeping   The prayer   Prayer in blood   The prayer   Prayer for blood      And the death of them   Turned his voice   To the sky   And the demented riff-raff   Is crying, tears all around   Unchained hands that tear   Throats to pieces   Sa that they won't sound again