Текст песни Pagan Reign - И Бога распяли

And God was crucified , not thinking , people
That he takes their sins with him .
So , where is the supreme judge strict ?
Looking like a mock king over thee.
 
You could , and survive , but chose his cross .
Why? In an abundance of divine places
Now you will experience sinners flour
Executioner with pleasure will beat you hands .
 
You spewed bloody foam ,
And rusty nails pierce the meat
And gentlemen tear veins
Avenging shamelessly rustling cassock
 
You're on the cross as the lord of the throne :
Crown of thorns has become thy crown ,
And black blood runs out of stigmata .
Your faithful people sent to hell
 
They want to see the death of the light of God ,
Not knowing what lies beyond the threshold.
Another step forward, read the instructions ,
Otherwise bastards mired in decay
 
You died for human Legion
For all your death poluprizrachny sleep.
Not soon be born here souls for God.
From birth, crucified, and as a way of life .