Текст песни Pagan Reign - И бога распяли

And God was crucified, not thinking, people
What he takes their sins with him.
So, where is the supreme judge of strict?
Looking like a mock king over thee.

You could, and survive, but chose his cross.
What for? The abundance of divine places
Now you will experience the sinners flour
Executioner with pleasure will beat your arms.

You spewed bloody foam,
And rusty nails pierce the meat
And gentlemen burst veins,
Avenging godless rustling robe

Are you on the cross, as the ruler on the throne:
Crown of thorns has become thy crown
And black blood runs from the stigmata.
Your faithful people sent to Hell

They want to see the death of the light of God,
Not knowing what lies beyond the threshold.
More advance, read the instructions,
Otherwise bastards sink into decay

You died for human Legion
For all your death poluprizrachny sleep.
Not soon will be born here souls for God.
From birth, crucified, and the life of the road.