Текст песни CotoS - Понтий Пилат

Darkness hid Yershalaim of the hated city
Fear of rising above it, poverty and hunger
By the authority of Tiberius given you a heavy title
You Procurator Pilate a longtime idol
He was on his knees in front of you, on the Hegemon
Philosopher beggar, but he is your salvation

Damn you and the Sanhedrin, Caiaphas the Elder
What prevented it you mad wanderer
But know you will not find peace on earth
Your dreams are shattered you in darkness

Dirt under the feet of vagrants
The noise of the crowd stinking
Cross like a mourning banner
The whistle of the whip centurion
Thirst choking, blinding light of the sun
Heat suppresses consciousness, a spear and darkness

Irretrievably missed and will not return,
Excuses are now a lie ..

(Arkadiy Andreev)