THE CRUCIFIED ONES

Mortal crosses standing in the row,
Seem to reach up to the burning sky,
Damned souls grouping on the dark,
Going round the stretched arms,
Bodies, faces,
Unnaturally bended in pain,
Lifeless eyes staring at the space
Persecution of the dying has begun.
Here's the place of the alteration,
Where life turns into other form,
Dark ritual of demons procreation,
Hear the cries - of the crucified ones,
Throbing Fleshes in the rhythm of thunder,
Blasphemy in light of raving bolts,
Nailed hands greeting angry gods,
Coming fourth to feast in blood.
Bodies, faces,
Unnaturally changed in lust,
Purple fluid stream in wood,
Like tears of dying cross...
Here's the place of alteration,
Where gods turns into temporal form,
Dark ritual of demons procreation,
Come on! Leave your life and join the dead hell
Masters of forgotten arts,
Deign to look at your servant,
Acceptance my greatest sacrifice.
Send revenge on bastard's seed!
O come to me!
I beg thee, open wide the gates,
All fiends of fiends,
From the deep of dark abyss arrive!
Pazuzu, the evil one,
Lord, who feeds on angels cries!
Bless the damned, curse the blessed,
-crucify them