Paroles de The Dark One

Oh lord! Why you leave me? I am your humble servant Why you judge me like vermin? I feel your divine look of scorn Breaking Wheel Pear of Anguish, Judas Cradle, the Rack Praying for mercy in disobedience to saint will Without a fair trial, without absolution against transgression to the holy law Clergy like hyenas, behold with satisfaction the suffering Lucero The Dark One, collector of martyrs for the pyre The populace is horrified beholding his divine assignment In the cold path to the scaffold Shouting they curse the name of God Eviscerated martyrs decaying Insane devotion to the Lord