Hour Of Penance

Looking in the enemy's eyes
I can see the reflex of fear
No breath can stop
My severe scourging hand
Down on the ground
Imploring me
Denying the holy word
You used to spread
There's no compassion
For the false redeemer
Sentenced by yoru
Betrayed disciples!
Flogged every step
Until penance place
Hung down the cross
For the human race
Thousands of christs
Shall be all the deceivers
Before the crowd
You're the warning one!
Dead on the holy sign
As a laughing stock
While the blood flows down
Your flesh inexorably rots
Symbol of disgrace
For the gullible race
In yuor falseness tooks the
Roots the greatest incoherence on the earth
Your isolation stand