I shut all the skeletons
In my cage of silver and gold
Grief, drop after drop
It gave shape to endless stalactites of my cave
Flowers and candles adorned my room
Blood, blood stain sheets!
Blood, blood stain sheets!
In the black theater it starts pantomime of sorrows
A man with his cross as given birth to incest
A man with a crown of thorns
A feast of suffering
In the theater of martyrium
My face is the blackness
And the resurrection
My face is the blackness
And the resurrection
My face is the blackness
And the resurrection!

Resurrection is real death!

"After so many sufferings
and a cruel martyrium
I've resurrected
Glorified and purified
From every stain!"