Hartlight - Be Blessed

To the black rock of glorious penance
The crowd gathers at the pinnacle
Who shreds, tortures and burns innocence
Fortunate to test their faith in the miracle

The brave woman stands in the mire
And suffers to support her sisters
When he defies the great cardinal
The sane world starts to fall

Be blessed for your blind devotion The church will purify your passions
Be blessed to starve for all saints ‘Cause greed, for evil, is a blade

The mountain is drowned in hell
The cowardly people condemn Hélène
For the salvation of their prayers
And deceived hope immolates the worshipers

The egg on the tower cries
On this painting of the 5 crimes
He wraps the baby in his body,
Instrument of his slow agony

Be blessed for your blind devotion The church will purify your passions
Be blessed to starve for all saints ‘Cause greed, for evil, is a blade