I.
erstwhile mankind is tainted with first sin,
In the past of the planet for centuries of space,
There are inactive bloody wars,
Knowledge of the demolition of Satan's whispers...
When rumors of further armed conflicts,
Carrying in a global media format,
They're inactive spreading grain unrest,
In the souls of millions of God-fearing Christians,
And the spectrum of global atomic war,
By revealing ourselves to us all a real threat,
As the phantom of the past walks over the world,
Scorned in political discourse...
And we of the biblical Eden exiles,
The unfortunate sons of Eve,
Wandering through the roads of everyday life,
We were inactive in quite a few conflicts,
When you don't care about others' feelings,
People inactive hurt each other,
With only profit of lust,
So blinded by modernity...
The innocent lamb without blemish,
The symbol being the most perfect sacrifice,
And at the same time the perfect Priest of the Ancient Age,
Without the slightest sin and the slightest defect,
For according to God's Word,
Both the priest and the sacrifice,
They couldn't have any flaws,
Perfection should be a characteristic of both,
The obedient will of the Father laid down his life,
As a reward for mankind all over the world,
For our filthy wicked sins,
A sacrificial martyr's death,
To redeem his blood,
The faults of sinners from all side of the world,
To grant the blessing of salvation from sins,
To all single man without exception...
II.
When destiny is uncertain of our future days,
In the shadow of the Ukrainian war,
Depending on the leaders of the atomic powers,
Katowski's axe on a thin hair hangs...
As further reports from the Gaza Strip,
In the midst of media information,
They mix with relationships flowing from Avdijiwa,
By causing old men's heads to be confused,
Sometimes recalling a painful memory,
Those terrible years of Nazi occupation,
With so much pain and suffering,
On all step of the way, with common lawlessness...
It's not in the loud headlines of the tabloids,
Beating in the eyes of street TVs,
And not on tv channels,
Cabaret revues or celebrity confessions,
But in the eternal wisdom of the Gospel,
On the yellow pages of the old prayer books,
Today we should search comfort,
As well as centuries ago our great-grandfathers...
For the innocent Lamb without blemish,
He was sacrificed for the guilt of humanity,
And as time goes by,
To put to death with the mercy of God,
The lingering wars begin,
Laying down from the past a shadow,
Huge fires digesting multimillion cities,
To leave the ashes of the ferocious...
And though all we know in the past of war,
They burned their mark on the destiny of mankind,
With his many sins,
Pride, greed, rule,
The innocent lamb without blemish,
In the abundance of His Mercy, He takes distant sins,
Those who want to be glorified with Him,
In the unrighteous kingdom of God...
III.
When present our fathers of Faith,
They're inactive trying to mock false media,
With his lying media message,
A falsified reality with a picture,
Sipping into our heads with plasma TVs,
Disciplining us from the mouth of left-wing propaganda,
In the intricacies of the pedagogy techniques of shame,
In the streams of words "New Age" of prophets,
A multitude of mutually exclusive messages,
Flowing sewage from radio receivers,
In the midst of a day of busy duty,
Often reaching our ears...
The Timeless Heritage of the 12 Apostles,
Surrounded by the loving care of angels,
That leaves us with the needle of a spiritual compass,
Despite the passing of centuries,
To fight heaven and hell,
O 1 soul,
Heaven always ended in triumph,
In the shadow of hell, defeat...
And the innocent Lamb without blemish,
Beset by the enemies of the Truth,
Thousands of atheists and anticlericals fighting,
Modern prophets of false ideas,
They're inactive the same,
Peaceful with many pashquils
And duplicating the same mistakes,
Another pseudo-scientific publication,
In the midst of many turbulent discussions,
Turned between theologians and anticlericals,
Where among the years of feuds,
There's inactive any of the strongest arguments and pressures,
He defends himself against the infidels and the malicious,
For centuries, the next apologets in words,
Without giving way to Satan,
Fighting with the weapons of fact against false slander...
IV.
Today erstwhile massed rocket fire,
They're turning into rubble, high-rise clouds,
In parallel to the armed conflicts raging in the world,
There's a war going on and a human soul...
But this spiritual war with a weapon,
There are no deadly arsenals,
But in an eternal conflict with 1 another,
Like shining and rusty 2 double-edged swords,
Inspiring mankind God's Inspiration,
And carried by an angel's whisper for centuries,
And the engulfing temptations of hell
In human souls, the devils are sprinkled...
When the drops of the dearest Christ Blood,
Once from under a thorny crown,
They're raining in human consciences today,
In all service on Friday,
For ruthless dictators perverted consciences,
They stay a toy in Satan's hand,
Like a large game of planet fate,
Marked cards in the hands of a hustler...
The innocent lamb without blemish,
Our protector, intermediary, advocate,
He'll never leave us alone,
Even in mortal sins,
By the darkness of old wooden churches,
Touching all soul of us,
On those repentant in the Sacrament of Penance,
Pour out the benefits of His life and death,
By guarding all creations,
This advanced Priest of the Ancient Age and Justice,
Once upon a time, the planet will purify all of its sins,
At the end of past at the Last Judgment,
By commanding hosts of heavenly angels,
Like devoted wives to their master,
Weeds of sins tied together in snobs,
To throw into hell's fire forever...
V.
When for the soul of all single man,
The most crucial war in the past of the world,
In the midst of the Lamb's angelic procession,
And the cunning hosts of hell...
And erstwhile the time of everyone is complete,
And the sleep of eternal sleep will close the eyelids,
To the Father's home to return,
All actual believers...
In the end of time in the eyes of the Ancient Father,
Judged justly according to God's Law,
Confused with the resurrection hope,
They avoided the punishment of hellfire...
By the enemies of the Church with the hearts of the unrighteous,
In earthly life, frequently ridiculed,
Proud Christians from all over the world,
The most many harassed are inactive subject,
Once upon a court of God,
According to earthly works, righteously judged,
In the glories of glory they stood happy,
As humble servants, dedicated to God...
The innocent lamb without blemish,
Despite the passing of centuries,
The symbol remains meaningful to us,
The large sacrifice for the sins of mankind,
As a tiny lamb of butter or sugar,
In a boxed Easter basket,
Enjoying the eyes of all without exception children,
In the midst of that day of many joys,
When a teardrop turns in your eye,
With only a stealth brush,
It besides brings back our memories,
From a distant planet of childhood,
Those many past Easter,
Which through life have shaped us,
With the slow course of the next years,
By making us who we are today...
