Ancient Grad Jerusalem brings over you, Pontius Pilate!
You are ready to break in Rome, wave on your hand, taking a soldier with you.
You are tired of these faces. From someone else's insincere earth.
The pain of stupid beats in the temple, the day of torment fell a time!
Blood for blood! In that will not people, but gods.
Death for death! You must not rapid, but tolerate!
Your hell here! You know, no road back.
Pee your poison! Pey, the procurator of Pontius Pilate.
Above Calvary Maggli, you feel mischievous, you yourself are not yours.
Part of the soldiers, from the evil evil, your decisions are waiting for two thiefs and saint.
He is mad, he sees God. To blame only the fact that alone ...
But you whisper the verdict - the Jewish king crucified, like a thief!
Blood for blood! In that will not people, but gods.
Death for death! You must not rapid, but tolerate!
Your hell here! You know, no road back.
Pee your poison! Pey, the procurator of Pontius Pilate.
In a silver dream you would have gone with him
On the road of the eternal stars, over the exposure of strict mountains.
You would have got up to his knees,
Without having no words nor tears.
Who loved, he crucified.
You wanted to find peace at the bottom of the lakety, Pontius Pilate!
You have become a judge yourself, but your death is not counting for eternal forces of evil.
The devil remembers you. He goes to the water to the water.
It's hard to wash off a shame, but everything is still in vain!
Blood for blood! In that will not people, but gods.
Death for death! You must not rapid, but tolerate!
Your hell here! You know, no road back.
Pee your poison! Pey, the procurator of Pontius Pilate.
On the road of eternal stars, above the expanser of strict mountains ...
