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Dressing my armor

Following the centurions orders

I take a lash

And starts the pain

Sticks, chains and razors

Barbed wire, leather and hooks

All the pain makes it possible

While the flesh turns into red

The son of God

Carries his pack of lies

He falls, and ups

Again, the scourge

Up the hill

He follows the humiliation

The war will start

When the tyrant will be dead

Christians!

I raise the hammer

Fixing these nails

Burying your kind

Impious!

Protect our banner

Follow me to the victory

Beyond the light