All'inizio E La Morte

I am made to tremble
And I fear
While the discussion
Will come and the impending wrath
And I fear
While the discussion
Will come and the impending wrath

Come here, people, the celebration begins
Take your seats in the best ranks
See how the pleading man kneels there
See the heretic, I say he shall burn tonight
He shall feel death, it comes slowly and laughs
And as he calls the daughters of the devil
The scythe cuts the thread of life

And as his final scream dies out
The flames engulf him
And a child's cry breaks the silence
See, he turned to ashes, the one who told lies
In the sign of the cross
He chose his own death
But our souls are pure

But our souls are pure

Pour out the wine!

I have cried out from the depths
And as the dark procession has been fulfilled
For their God, a sacrifice, his blood was spilled
So Death took him to his mother's chest
Where he may rest

And the weather says it's springtime
See the leaves of darkest green
And his screams echo in the nightly breeze
And the dark sorrows are felt

Dark are all the secret nights
Where mind and stars unite
Knowing forbidden wisdom
And all the things he sees
Collected in a chamber
Secrets of astronomy

The rage in their eyes
Torches in their hands
And the power of the cross
Bringing fear to all the lands
And darkness comes to us all!

I have cried out from the depths!

And as the dark procession has been fulfilled
For their God, a sacrifice, his blood was spilled
So Death took him to his mother's chest
Where he may rest

Pour out the wine!