Bathory - For All Those Who Died
For a ll those who cried a loud
But whose tea rs were never hea rd
For questioning one a lmighty fa ther
Of a hea venly dista nced world
Beloved thee who submit
The holy writings a ssured
The golden cross sta ined with innocent blood
But sta nd yet a thousa nd hea venwa rd
Burning na ked but smiling
Not full of fea r but pride
Knowing dea th a lone could clea nse them
Of the rea sons for which they a ll die
For a ll those who died
For a ll those whose grea t bea uty
Stirred their tortures to ra ge
And for a ll those whose grea t ugliness
Did the sa me
For a ll those who cried a loud in va in
For mercy on the ra ck
But whom of dying na ked in scorn
Not a sha med
Burning na ked but smiling
Not full of fea r but pride
Knowing dea th a lone could clea nse them
Of the rea sons for which they a ll died
For a ll those who died
Plea s for mercy signs of guilt
Na ked bodies broken on the wheel
Tea rs sign the confession
With crusted blood lips sea led
Tria l by wa ter
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