Till every rock will redden Till every eye will see, Till every snake will be drove out: Therefor you'll be rotting here Six thousand crosses will guide you to Rome Six thousand corpses will tell you the rules. For every rock to redden, For every eye to see, To drive out every snake, You'll be rotting here. Their eyes will be blank, Their lips will be still, Their legs will be crushed Under the weight of a disemboweled body. Burnt skin and dried blood For you to know what a dead man feels Burnt skin and dried blood For you to know what a man can choose. Six thousand crosses will guide you to Rome Six thousand corpses will tell you the rules. For every rock to redden, For every eye to see, To drive out every snake, You'll be rotting here. Their eyes will be blank, Their lips will be still, Their legs will be crushed Under the weight of a disemboweled body. Burnt skin and dried blood For you to know what a dead man feels Burnt skin and dried blood For you to know what a man can choose. Sic deinde cuicumque alius transiliet moenia mea Follow them, reach for us. Crucified on the way to Rome: This is what you get.