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