Put on a cross with hands and feet
and his heart cried
The wood absorbed the blood and vinegar
and on the ground the tears I grew up
Holy father who is rusica renti
he wants to track down the siren
but I stole him from the reds and let him perish
dark he wants more luster
The flesh of the wretched worms
and the blood will never wash away the sin
And the heart that is full of hatred and evil
one finds it stiff and continues to kiss again
and not the cunning eyes washed of love
you die your last alone

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