Proclama 歌词

I'll see you creeping, crying and imploring Without any hope of salvation And the great tempest is falling down on you, more pitiless This cycle of history is slowly dying With pride, we'll give it the finishing stroke We'll enforce your Lex Talionis We'll burn your bodies with your books of lies You'll pay for two thousand years of sorrow and frustration We'll lacerate the other cheek that you'll not offer us We'll cut your flesh deeper Because you'll not forgive us Sorrow we'll be your only one lord And you will not have any other but him When the tempest will fall on you No time for prayers What you have buried in ages of no remembrance Now will close your mouth eternally As in our natureWe don't use mercy We don't descend from the god Son of the weak man