| As tears of blood are rainig from the sky | |
| Sleeping body of the visitor lies | |
| From the depths rise the eternal singings | |
| Which orchestrate the march of the ceremony | |
| Hosanna | |
| Opening his eyes the amazing spectacle | |
| Of the torturers enchained at the stake | |
| Imploring faces are devoid of this hate | |
| Which condemned the supposed heretics to death | |
| The visitor's looking at this stream of pain | |
| The pleasure in his eyes rises higher than the flames. | |
| Hosanna | |
| His feeling of injustice dies | |
| Pictures of torture seems so far | |
| The pain for fictitious heresy | |
| Revenge comes a day finally | |
| Episode between death and life | |
| The evil consumed bodies lie | |
| The visitor falls again in big sleep | |
| This dead man can now rest in peace. | |
| Hosanna |