(You killed Jesus, we expect to hear your shrieks of pig 
Macabre realms of your bestiality 
You don't deserve to live! ) 

Voices told me I killed the Christ 
I hear them at night and day, whispering 
For centuries I've supported the weight of my shame 
Threats, mockeries 

When I will be dead, voices will leave me 
I'm a betrayer and I deserve to suffer 
I feel so guilty 
Before the entire human race 

I beg for a vain forgiveness 
During weeks I've not sleet 
All my fears become stronger in the dark 
Shadows pass in front of me 
And show me with their incriminating finger 
I'm God and animal at the same time 
In a shroud of mystery 
Triumph of the unholy ones 
Once I'll be dead they won't be able to catch me  

Foetal essence of darkness 
Drained in immemorial times 
Hidden I choke down a sob 
Now that I stand at he gates of madness I will escape 
My body shakes all over 
And my name will finally sink into the oblivion 
Can't kill what's already dead