7 acessos
Every diseased man weeps with him
They cry for his naked wounds
Ordered to kneel and rejoice
May the celestial faith be undisturbed
Like the seasons sadness revolves
Destiny plays the cruellest games
The harshness of the frozen solstice
Will melt into an infernal drought
Twelve men dressed in red cloaks
Twelve men dressed in black robes
A choir of lustful virgins pray for a thousand joys
Unflourished, sad and cursed
A bouquet of depression lead them into lamentation
Ritual of impurification
Son of the Black Ram appears in the thundering mist