First: The dark is coming

Silence! the dark is coming
Weep! the dark is coming.
the dark is coming...

The sun is bleeding
and drips on me.
The sky is fading
and falls on me.

The killer shadow
whispers in my mind,
caresses my hand,
blurs my sight.
The darkest angel
pushes me to the dead,
places in my hands
nails of pain

Though I try,
my eyes still cry;
up, in the shadows
a grim cross rises up
and those who love him,
cry in the distance
and those who hate him
they spit on his face.

- I will not nail his hands to the cross
- Nail his hands to the cross
- I will not whip his back
- Whip his back
- I will not laugh in his face
- Laugh in his face
- Stop tormenting me!
- He deserves to live!
- He deserves to live!
- Don't kill him

Come, take his pain;
stop, I'm not a reason to die.
Take my soul, give me a heart
and take me in your arms.
Clean your face, clean your wounds.

No, do not let them bring
hopelessness, damnation and pain.