The Crucified Ones

Mortal crosses standing in a row Seem to reach up to the burning sky Damned souls grouping on the dark Going round the streched arms Bodies, faces Unnaturally bended in pain Lifeless eyes staring at the space Persecution of the dying has begun Here's the place of the alternation Where life turns into other form Dark ritual of demons procreation Hear the cries - of the crucifed ones Throbing Fleshes in the rhythm of thunder Blashemy in light raving bolts Nailed hands greeting angry gods Coming fourth to feast in blood Bodies, faces Unnaturally changed in lust Purple fluid streams on the wood Like tears of a dying cross..... Here's the place of alteration