Виа Долороса [Via Dolorosa] [English translation]

Do it for her and sing on the count of one

On the count of two call her empty, three - remember her that way

But with four, forget her face, and with five start grieving fast

With six love her again, with seven - crucifixion and rot

But worms are there where we are black, we have pretended that long since

Clowns got tired to beat the tambourines*

Here everyone's waiting when the chosen one appears to entertain the public

But the deal's easy, everybody will gasp covering their mouth

When the one tasting the flesh suddenly chokes on Christ's blood

And there.. I have created a transcendental cross for myself

There is no essence in the incision and thoughts originate from form

My dummy house, sorry, but I

Will run an aspen stake into my chest

Bless, save, but forget your beloved (and do not remember her)

One - with one hand, two - with the other

Three - I've tried to beat it every way

But the hammer keeps missing

The nails break and bend

I curse, here for a long time

All the bones rot and decay

The dice from which**

Make the sphere of the Earth turn

A human is only a rolling dice

But the step to take is his, so throw it

And throw everything that you have

And throw it straight into the fire

If you get the number six

(One six, one six, one six)

My love has only one threat

It looks like there is a road to hell

Exactly like Via Dolorosa

How to not confuse them and where the roses do break through

They need a special nurture

And I will create a transcendental cross for myself

To feed them

Via Dolorosa, and I will create

A transcendental cross, it stands on the path of grief

Where not long ago everyone poured their tears

And now I walk there on them but won't shed mine (mine I won't shed)

Via Dolorosa, and I will create

A transcendental cross, it stands on the path of grief

Where not long ago everyone poured their tears

And now I walk there on them but won't shed mine (mine I won't shed)

[He] will start the same old talk again

But it's the same old story for so many years

How to believe in miracles this way?

I would have created for myself there

A transcendental cross

And my path of grief

And I walk on tears

(And I won't shed mine)

• Artist:Pyrokinesis