Bathory - For all those who died

For all those who cried aloud But whose tears were never heard For questioning one almighty father Of a heavenly distanced world Beloved thee who submit The holy writings assured The golden cross stained with innocent blood But stand yet a thousand heavenward Burning naked but smiling Not full of fear but pride Knowing death alone could cleanse them Of the reasons for which they all die For all those who died For all those whose great beauty Stirred their tortures to rage And for all those whose great ugliness Did the same For all those who cried aloud in vain For mercy on the rack But whom of dying naked in scorn Not ashamed Burning naked but smiling Not full of fear but pride Knowing death alone could cleanse them Of the reasons for which they all died For all those who died Pleas for mercy signs of guilt Naked bodies broken on the wheel Tears sign the confession With crusted blood lips sealed