Thousands of Christs - Hour of Penance

Looking in the enemy’s eyes

I can see the reflex of fear

No breath can stop

My severe scourging hand

Down on the ground

Imploring me

Denying the holy word

You used to spread

There’s no compassion

For the false redeemer

Sentenced by you

Betrayed disciples!

Flogged every step

Until penance place

Hung down the cross

For the human race

Thousands of Christs

Shall be all the deceivers

Before the crowd

You’re the warning one!

Dead on the holy sign

As a laughing stock

While the blood flows down

Your flesh inexorably rots

Symbol of disgrace

For the gullible race

In your falseness took the

Roots the greatest incoherence on the earth

Your isolation stand

For your erroneous preached

No condivision

Except revenge in the human beings

None prayer for my mercy

Real soul atonement

Through the privation of the life

The most precious wealth

Squandered for greediness and false needs

Ephemeral desires

I, will enlight

At the evil deeds of power

We, will erase

All the signs of mystifyres

Kill — the deceivers

Sacrifice them

For the men and a brand

New straight world

Fill the empty crosses

Immolate them for the men

And for their own free will

Your isolation stand for you

Erroneous preached

No condivision except revenge

In the human beings

Thousands of Christs

Shall be sacrificed

For the future of men