1. BLOOD CURSE

“Videns autem Pilatus quia nihil proficeret
Sed magis tumultus fieret,
Accepta aqua lavit manus coram populo,
Dicens innocens ego sum a sanguine iusti huius:
Vos videritis.
Et respondens universus populus dixit:
“Sanguis eius super nos et super filios nostros””

Flock of the Lord
Sworn enemies of the Son
Hands curled in fists and poison on tongues
Twisted are sermons and spilled is prophets’ blood
Frantic mob of Jerusalem
Children of God
Let His blood be upon us and Our children
Let his blood fall on our heads
Now axe is by the root and noose upon the neck
Counted are breaths and measured our graves
Yet Our viper’s tribe yearns for copper snake
Believes sinless few will stop the rain of flames
Let his blood be upon us and our children
Let his blood fall on our heads
Lord have mercy upon us all
Have forgiveness on Our kind


2. PAIN AND RAPTURE

“Si quis adoraverit bestiam et imaginem eius,
Et acceperit caracterem in fronte sua aut in manu sua,
Hic bibet de vino irae Dei qui mixtus
Est mero in calice irae ipsius,
Et cruciabitur igne et sulphure
In conspectu angelorum sanctorum et ante conspectum Agni,
Fumus tormentorum eorum in saecula saeculorum ascendit,
Nec habent requiem die ac nocte qui adoraverunt bestiam
Et imaginem eius,
Et si quis acceperit caracterem nominis eius”

I’m here to give
You sweet joy of sins confession
Answer my questions
No need for testimony taken by force
I want remorse
Fall in my arms sobbing aloud
Now make me proud
Avow Your guilt, return, it’s not too late
On path of faith
My heart burns so pure
With thousand stakes
Greet my flames with pain and rapture
Soul as snow so pure
Thank You oh Lord
Let Your lost lambs soon be captured
It’s time to learn to love sweet God again
Purpose of pain
Conceive Your crimes with desperate grief
Flames bring relief
You will be dying filled with inspired faith
It’s not too late
I am the one to mould
You once more
Your sin was sore
My heart burns so pure
With thousand stakes
Greet my flames with pain and rapture
Soul as snow so pure
Thank You oh Lord
Let Your lost lambs soon be captured


3. DEADSPEAK

"Ecce video caelos apertos”

Is this Thy mercy
Divine pain of the nails
Your children curse me
As prophet failed once again
He dared to teach how to live
Said a whore to the thief
Crowning is waiting
Servant of Divine
Deadspeak
Strength for the weak
Martyr’s commandment
Deadspeak
Suicidal streak
Torment remembered
Value of one breath
How priceless is Your life
Concealed gain from death
Unfold when comes time of strife
Once heard Only death is real
Glorious flesh as soul is killed
Martyr’s commandment
When your grave is all
Deadspeak
Strength for the weak
Martyr’s commandment
Deadspeak
Suicidal streak
Torment remembered


4. TO PRAISE, TO BLESS, TO PREACH

“Ad eos adprehendite prophetas
Baal et ne unus quidem fugiat!”

Woe to You carefree dissemblers
Your songs are false
Drought, no dew, soil of pretenders
Your offering rots
Woe to You jackals in Zion
Your crown is broke
Cutthroat brood led to Babylon
Exoneration under the yoke
Lips to praise
Hands to bless
Lash to preach
Spit to curse
Fist to bait
Wheel to rack
Woe to You flock of a ruin
Rod of our lips routs
Apostates grubs of undoing
Jezebel’s dogs howl
Woe to You minions of falsehood
Eschaton is nigh
Count Your pay, taste
Your own fruit
Heed to our words and come to light
Lips to praise
Hands to bless
Lash to preach
Spit to curse
Fist to bait
Wheel to rack


5. MILITIS FIDELIS DEUS

Militis fidelis deus

"Qui voluerit animam suam ne dubitaret humiliter uiam Domini sumere, et si satis pecuniae habeat, satis det misericordiam Dei."

Antiphona: Salve Regina

Salve, Regina, misericordiae, vita,
Dulcedo et spes nostra, salve.

Ierusalem

Faith had failed on Earth
Fear of the Lord prevails no longer
Justice perished from this world
Violence held sway
Fratricide prowls free
Lord of this world is ever stronger
Virtue fell down on knees
Evil reigns in its stead
We take up the cross renouncing all sins
Faith is our arm when Lord is our shield
With glee in our hearts and psalm on our lips
We sing
Halleluiah
Long is the road and perils galore
Many will perish in service of Lord
We are the steel that’s tempered in toil
We sing
Halleluiah
Ierusalem
Nostrum finem
Ierusalem
Through the deserts we drag
Scorched and waterless lands of torment
Famine grows each day
Salvage in blood of our steeds
Siege wears on and on
Damn infidels drawing nearer
Host of ghosts we became
Our souls are in Lord’s hands
In hour of trial there’s vision that thrills
The Holy Lance God’s token of will
Right of our cause is brightly revealed
We sing
Halleluiah
Men on white horses with banners all white
Blessed reinforcements sent us by Christ
Insolence of faithless to be penalized
We sing
Halleluiah
Ierusalem
Nostrum finem
Ierusalem
Sanguinamus

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