(You killed Jesus, we expect to hear your shrieks of pig
Macabre realms of your bestiality
You don´t deserve to live!)

Voices told me I killed the Christ
I hear them at night and day, whispering
For centuries I´ve supported the weight of my shame
Threats, mockeries

When I will be dead, voices will leave me
I´m a betrayer and I deserve to suffer
I feel so guilty
Before the entire human race

I beg for a vain forgiveness
During weeks I´ve not sleet
All my fears become stronger in the dark
Shadows pass in front of me
And show me with their incriminating finger
I´m God and animal at the same time
In a shroud of mystery
Triumph of the unholy ones
Once I´ll be dead they won´t be able to catch me

When I will be dead, voices will leave me
I´m a betrayer and I deserve to suffer
I feel so guilty
Before the entire human race

Foetal essence of darkness
Drained in immemorial times
Hidden I choke down a sob
Now that I stand at he gates of madness I will escape
My body shakes all over
And my name will finally sink into the oblivion
Can´t kill what´s already dead