Who are you?

You declare yourself Son of God

Of the one who desires to be

The beginning and the end

Thus you will be first among bastards

You die?

What challenge it is

When you will return

In dreams of thousands

And the thorn in your crown

Stained with blood of dissenter

Shall rise you to the highest of thrones?

You shall redeem

Old crimes, for the new ones to come

Pyres reaching the sky with fire

Faith in eternal life

Shall take the temporal

And our Peter? Fat with conceit

Drivels, fighting for the line of souls

What challenge for God is to die?

What glory for God is

To rise from the dead?

What change is for God to humiliate?

Just to stifle the world later?

Oh, what glory is this?

If I helped you with your pain

Grabbed the axe and cut down the cross

Would you curse me or reward me?

For saving your life,

Or depriving your glory?

Who is the liar God without martyrs?