Getsemani

Drops puddle the ground
Agony and pain transpire
Tormenting the mind of Man
The certainty: his time has come
In prayer, he asks his Father, feeling
The anguish and love
Not to abandon his own, who
Sleep out of sadness and fear

Kiss and betrayal. The Master surrendered himself
To the blood banquet,
As a proof of love
Kiss and betrayal. The Master surrendered himself
To the blood banquet,
Greatest proof of love

Coins falling to the ground,
Soldiers ready to hunt
The wise one, anxious, awaits
The one who will betray him
The night is the harbinger of pain
The sword must be sheathed
Alone, he accompanies the procession
Of those who will kill him

Kiss and betrayal. The Master surrendered himself
To the blood banquet,
As a proof of love
Kiss and betrayal. The Master surrendered himself
To the blood banquet,
Greatest proof of love