Masters Of Holy Justice

They are leading me 
They who eternal hide under the cross 

I'm standing in front of gathering 
They judge and condemn for death 
I can hear rumble hearts of cranks 
They shut off my thirsty eyes. 

They trample my cleaness 
Warm spit of hatred flowing on my face 
Ones hit by remains of veins 
Next have birches from the thorns 

They flog cruel 
Chains crush the bones 
No mercy in their inhuman thoughts 
You Master Of Holy Justice 
Do your obligation 
Register in book of death