God's Rehearsal

From the Thorns of my crown emerge affliction and scorn

In my Wrists and Feet still bleed your numerous blames

The Accusing voices pass through my side during my Agony

The Inscription on my cross restricts me to be a feigned king

I manifest myself before you as an Immolated God

My clothes and tunics ripped in four parts

Surrendered in drawing to the low bidder

Somber spirits Drown my Diminished Light, In my Freezing Hell,

Devouring my Teachings, Absentees of Compassion

Without Wasting away in the Cold Blazes of Death.

Tortured until the Endless Rest, Reserved for me.

My look totally full of Darkness they only believe to see

Burning next to this Astral Entity

As the writings pray

So let it be written, So let it be completed

Father, Forgive them, because they don't know that they do

Their weak spirits don't perceive my nature

It finally happens my Time for the Nations Glory,

Surrender Adoration in the Cradle of my Holocaust

I am thirsty... I Need Justice, I am innocent

In these instants of darkness I distinguish to the stertors of the end

I harbor immense fears in this important last test

Perhaps be not Worthy of to support on me this intense load

Father, Father

Father, Father, Why have you Forsaken me?

Your Name impregnates all my Cells, I have trusted you

I nurture of your substance and You absorb my Experiences

I am the Sovereign Patriarch and Asylum of the Devote one.

I Hit with Lasting Misfortune to the Impure Sinner,

No Notices your Presence when my hour restitution somber

The Sun has darkened and The Veil of the Temple becomes torn,

The Earth shivers while it concludes my mission

Omnipotent Father, I can't see you

You curse my Hangmen, Fulminate them

Almighty Father, Raise with fire to the Pagan

I Need your Salvation Hands, Save me

In your Hands commends my Spirit