Here I wait, in the shadowsnRaise my two bloody handsnIn the centre of a circle, bodies joint in deadly dancenI have killed with my brothersnBy my hand the weak must dienWe leave a trail of lonely mothers, who mourn their martyrs side by sidenThe ruler of this holy city, respected till the end of timenReluctant to show his pity when religion turns to crimenThey believed in the virgin mother. For that they must be crucifiednThey cannot love any othernElder gods they left behindnThose who are about to die, make sure that you will learnnTrumpets sing and children cry when fires of Mars will burnnChrists may come and Christs may go, but Caesar is forevernCome, my son, and you shall know: tonight we hunt together!nnnnnnnnnnnnn