For All Those Who Died - Bathory

For all those who cried aloud

But whose tears were never heard

For questioning one almighty father

Of a heavenly distanced world

Beloved thee who submit

The holy writings assured

The golden cross stained with innocent blood

But stand yet a thousand heavenward

Burning naked but smiling

Not full of fear but pride

Knowing death alone could cleanse them

Of the reasons for which they all die

For all those who died

For all those whose great beauty

Stirred their tortures to rage

And for all those whose great ugliness

Did the same

For all those who cried aloud in vain

For mercy on the rack

But whom of dying naked in scorn

Not ashamed