Who are you?
You declare yourself Son of God
Of the one who desires to be
The beginning and the end
Thus you will be first among bastards
You die?
What challenge it is
When you will return
In dreams of thousands
And the thorn in your crown
Stained with blood of dissenter
Shall rise you to the highest of thrones?
You shall redeem
Old crimes, for the new ones to come
Pyres reaching the sky with fire
Faith in eternal life
Shall take the temporal
And our Peter? Fat with conceit
Drivels, fighting for the line of souls
What challenge for God is to die?
What glory for God is
To rise from the dead?
What change is for God to humiliate?
Just to stifle the world later?
Oh, what glory is this?
If I helped you with your pain
Grabbed the axe and cut down the cross
Would you curse me or reward me?
For saving your life,
Or depriving your glory?
Who is the liar God without martyrs?
