You just mark him, mark him with a kiss We'll attend, and take care of the rest Thirty pieces of silver you will earn A fair price to save your precious land There's nothing that can help him now (beyond all aid) The false king will finally be crowned (be crowned) With the thorns of his own lies When all the seraphim cry (And) we feel the surge of fury in the sky One betrayal, immeasurable damage The son of god is dead by our hands Last supper, flagellation and the crucifixion The reflection in his eyes they fade to black (to black) And the darkness, the faithful darkness Embrace the hill of Calvary (the hill of Calvary) The death, entombment and resurrection When all the seraphim cry (And) we feel the surge of fury in the sky One betrayal, immeasurable damage The son of god is dead by our hands There's nothing that can help us now.