The ashes were trampled into the earth...
And his blood became snow.
Who knows what they came for with weapons of steel, and ready to murder.
It was never known until Judas kissed him...
And the soldiers took him...
No one would ever know that my Lord will die until he was crucified.
The agony of the dying king blinded the day,
It was a tale of sorrow,
But he raised again to rule as king of kings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem