| (You killed Jesus, we expect to hear your shrieks of pig
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| Macabre realms of your bestiality
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| You don’t deserve to live!)
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| Voices told me I killed the Christ
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| I hear them at night and day, whispering
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| For centuries I’ve supported the weight of my shame
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| Threats, mockeries
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| When I will be dead, voices will leave me
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| I’m a betrayer and I deserve to suffer
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| I feel so guilty
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| Before the entire human race
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| I beg for a vain forgiveness
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| During weeks I’ve not sleet
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| All my fears become stronger in the dark
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| Shadows pass in front of me
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| And show me with their incriminating finger
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| I’m God and animal at the same time
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| In a shroud of mystery
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| Triumph of the unholy ones
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| Once I’ll be dead they won’t be able to catch me
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| Foetal essence of darkness
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| Drained in immemorial times
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| Hidden I choke down a sob
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| Now that I stand at he gates of madness I will escape
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| My body shakes all over
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| And my name will finally sink into the oblivion
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| Can’t kill what’s already dead |