Six Thousands Crosses
Till every rock will redden
till every eye will see,
till every snake will be drove out:
therefor you'll be rotting here
Six thousand crosses will guide you to Rome
six thousand corpses will tell you the rules.
For every rock to redden,
for every eye to see,
to drive out every snake,
you'll be rotting here.
Their eyes will be blank,
their lips will be still,
their legs will be crushed
under the weight of a disemboweled body.
Burnt skin and dried blood
for you to know what a dead man feels
Burnt skin and dried blood
for you to know what a man can choose.
Six thousand crosses will guide you to Rome
six thousand corpses will tell you the rules.
For every rock to redden,
for every eye to see,
to drive out every snake,
you'll be rotting here.
Their eyes will be blank,
their lips will be still,
their legs will be crushed
under the weight of a disemboweled body.
Burnt skin and dried blood
for you to know what a dead man feels
Burnt skin and dried blood
for you to know what a man can choose.
Sic deinde cuicumque alius transiliet moenia mea
Follow them, reach for us.
Crucified on the way to Rome:
this is what you get.