Paroles de Dies Irae

A head wrapped a thorn crown Hanged up on a treason's cross Raise a heavy eye-lids wait for sentence The world is burning with war's tire A masses stride in bloody wave Weight of sin press my mind My soul is burning with eternal Not closed wound A woman with desperate scream Is bearing a child And you his soul Damn with sin Before me an abyss Born by a fault By your sin - God I perish! I perish! I perish! My last dance At your respect Your damned me by word I ashamed you Approached a great wrath's time And in a last his hour Fresh blood is floating