Delenda Est

Dies irae, dies illa
Solvet saeclum in favilla
Quantus tremor est futurus
Quando judex est venturus
Confutatis maledictis
Flammis acribus addictis
Remedisti crusem passus
Tantus labor non sit cassus.

With ash and blood the way was paved, which led us to the light
Through fear, abasement, lies and pain in chains we wear on heart
Whip, steel and fire we've chosen once, in place of mind that gone
The church became the tyrant for us, on fear its stone throne.

In pain and force of fire we trust
Since rise of ancient ages
Entrusting them the children of ours
Who don't want to be slaves
(Blind and silent slaves).

Now I am walking to the fire, lest come to be in hell
Tread on my brothers' mute remains, which hated lies as well
Under the thunder of the drums, under the bawl of crowd
And stone-cold look of bored monks, who wished to be my court
The bloody sweat of fear before the thing that'll happen soon
Just catching for the look of those, I'm not a beast for whom
And found none I plainly see, there is not human face
The fire is only place for me, the death is only grace.

Voca me cum benectis
Oro supplex et acclinis
Cor contritum quasi cinis
Gere curam mei finis
Remedisti crusem passus
Tantus labor non sit cassus
Juste judex ultionis
Donum fac remissiones
I'll be just ash before the nigtht
And someone'll step on me
Free of the sanity and fear
Which burned much stronger than fire.