Cradle of Filth "For Those Who Died" Слова пісні

For Those Who Died

Our tongues they could not silence with their malicious lies,Their unforgotten violence, remember those who died.

And as my flesh is put to fire I hear their voices still,Their unjust accusations demanding I am killed.

"We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee,Who stand accused and have refused the Church's clemency,Your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name,Innocent or guilty proved, we'll burn you just the same."

Burning, into the fire.Burning, a funeral pyre.Burning, into the fire.Burning, a funeral pyre.

This self-righteous inquisition is a plague upon our land,As false as the confessions they force from shattered hands.

"We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee,Who stand accused and have refused the Church's clemency,Your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name,Innocent or guilty proved, we'll burn you just the same."

Burning, into the fire.Burning, a funeral pyre.Burning, into the fire.Burning, a funeral pyre.

Abused my broken body is cleansed by righteous flame,Their God a 'God of Mercy' yet in whose name I slain.

My innocence the victim of their superstitious fears,Religious persecution for the past three hundred years.Preaching peace and mercy 'neath the shadow of the knife,A papal reign of terror, slaughter in the name of Christ.

And as my flesh is put to fire I hear their voices still,Their unjust accusations demanding I am killed.

"We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee,Who stand accused and have refused the Church's clemency,Your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name,Innocent or guilty proved, we'll burn you just the same."

Burning, into the fire.Burning, a funeral pyre.Burning, into the fire.Burning, a funeral pyre.

Za one koji su mrtvi

Naši jezici ne mogu ućutati sa svojim pakosnimLažima,Njihovo nezaboravno nasilje, pamte oni koji su mrtvi.

I od kako je moje meso bačeno u vatru još uvek čujem njihove glasove,Njihove nepravedne optužbe zahtevaju da budem ubijen.“Mi nećemo pokazati milost paganinu kao što si ti,Koji stoji optužen i odbija crkvenu blagost,Tvoja nemoralna dela su beskrajna kroz zločine koje ne možemo imenovati,Nevinost ili krivica dokazana, spalićemo te u svakom slučaju.“Gori, u vatri.Gori, pogrebna lomača.Gori, u vatri.Gori, pogrebna lomača.

Ova pravična po svom ubeđenju inkvizicija je kuga na našoj zemljiLažna kao i ispovedanja koja su iznuđena od slomljenih ruku.“Mi nećemo pokazati milost paganinu kao što si ti,Koji stoji optužen i odbija crkvenu blagost ,Tvoja nemoralna dela su beskrajna kroz zločine koje ne možemo imenovati ,Nevinost ili krivica dokazana, spalićemo te u svakom slučaju.“

Gori, u vatri.Gori, pogrebna lomača.Gori, u vatri.Gori, pogrebna lomača.

Zlostavljeno moje slomljeno telo je pročišćeno pravednim plamenom,Njihov Bog “ Bog milosti “ a ipak u čije ime ja ubijam.

Moja nevinost žrtva njihovih sujevernih strahova,Verski progon za proteklih tri hiljade godina.Propovedanje mira i milosti ispod senkeNoža,Papska vladavina terora, klanje u ime Hrista.

I od kako je moje meso bačeno u vatru još uvek čujem njihove glasove ,Njihove nepravedne optužbe zahtevaju da budem ubijen .“Mi nećemo pokazati milost paganinu kao što si ti,Koji stoji optužen i odbija crkvenu blagost,Tvoja nemoralna dela su beskrajna kroz zločine koje ne možemo imenovati ,Nevinost ili krivica dokazana, spalićemo te u svakom slučaju.“

Gori, u vatri.Gori, pogrebna lomača.Gori, u vatri.Gori, pogrebna lomača.