the elders

Behold the arrival of thousands They are coming day after day They are holding shields from ten countries Their lances piercing the sky A vicious multitude Which no one couldn't count Before the throne they stand And they cry out With a voice loud Says God is not your hope Kill him And all the elders together Have stand around the throne Their faces fall on the ground And they pray for the corpse A crowd of faithfuls Why they have come for? Their God was sacrificed In whom they will believe ? Holy words turn black Hell has come Don't cry for your God Bury him Here is the human Sacrificed like a lamb Here is your prophet This is his ending Have mercy Here comes the thousands Cry out to elders Here is your prophet This is his ending Don't regret This was his ending This was your choice Your flawless your Lord You made your fault You judged him This was his ending This was your choice Your prophet your God You made your choice You killed him !