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