Behold the arrival of thousands
They are coming day after day
They are holding shields from ten countries
Their lances piercing the sky
A vicious multitude
Which no one couldn't count
Before the throne they stand
And they cry out
With a voice loud
Says
God is not your hope
Kill him
And all the elders together
Have stand around the throne
Their faces fall on the ground
And they pray for the corpse
A crowd of faithfuls
Why they have come for?
Their God was sacrificed
In whom they will believe ?
Holy words turn black
Hell has come
Don't cry for your God
Bury him
Here is the human
Sacrificed like a lamb
Here is your prophet
This is his ending
Have mercy
Here comes the thousands
Cry out to elders
Here is your prophet
This is his ending
Don't regret
This was his ending
This was your choice
Your flawless your Lord
You made your fault
You judged him
This was his ending
This was your choice
Your prophet your God
You made your choice
You killed him !