The dry wind whispers his name
to the ground where his bones lay
headlees corpse rotten and torn
and the martyr has been born
traveled to the Mithra's land
only to shed blood on sand
headlees corpse rotten and torn
and the martyr has been born
Where the different stars are burning
To the distant shores
Set sail in the hollow mourning
For the king of whores
The glorious psalms are calling
To the noble deeds
Filled with ashes of the words
From the poisoned seed
Preach of the madmen
Leeds to hangman's arms
Hearts filled with sadness
The gallows rise
rended is the flesh
torn are eyes
burnt, beheaded - sacrifice
headless and bleeding
vultures feast
Glorious heavens are in the mist
The dry wind whispers his name
to the ground where his bones lay
headlees corpse rotten and torn
and the martyr has been born
For his martyrdom
Kept in the stone tomb
Never seen the light - falling
Murmur of the prayers
Faith that will decay
Headless body lies - rotting
and dead