Revenge II by Lu Xun Lyrics
Whereas he assumed the Son of God, King of Israel, therefore he hammered nails to make the crucifix.
The soldiers robed him in purple, crowned him with thorns, eulogized him. Then they lashed his head with a staff of reed, spitted on him, and knelt to him. Fun and games all over, they stripped the purple off him, and again he wore his original clothes.
Behold, they lashed his head, spitted on him, knelt to him...
He willed not to drink the wine mixed with myrrh, in order to taste with full clarity how the Israelites would handle their Son of God, and while eternally pitying their future, temporarily hating their now.
All around was enmity, all around was pitiable, damnable.
Cling. Cling. The nails pierced the hearts of the palms. They were killing the Son of God with nails. What pitiable men, wishing to soften his pain. Cling. Cling. The nails pierced the backs of the feet, shattering a lump of bone, drenching pain into the heart and spine. Yet they themselves were already killing their Son of God with nails. What damnable men, they made him suffer with great comfort.
The crucifix stood up. He hanged in a vacuum.
He did not to drink the wine mixed with myrrh, to taste with full clarity how the Israelites would handle their Son of God, and while eternally pitying their future, temporarily hating their now.
The passerbys insulted him. The chief priests and scribes also joked with him. The two robbers crucified with him also reviled him.
Behold, crucified with him...
All around was enmity, all around was pitiable, damnable.
Among the agony of hands and feet, he tasted the sorry matter that pitiable people were nailing the Son of God, and the damnable people were killing the Son of God, and the Son of God was rejoicing towards the incoming death. Suddenly, the grand suffering of shattered bone drenched into the heart and spine, and he was drunk on great joy and great pity.
The bowels of Christ wavered with agony of pity and damnation.
There was darkness over all the land.
"Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?"(which is translated, "My God, why have you forsaken me?!")
God forsook him. He was finally another "Son of Man". Still the Israelites killed even "Son of Man" with nails.
The bodies of those who killed the "Son of Man" with nails were more wet and odious of blood than those who did so to the "Son of God".
(1924-12-20)
The soldiers robed him in purple, crowned him with thorns, eulogized him. Then they lashed his head with a staff of reed, spitted on him, and knelt to him. Fun and games all over, they stripped the purple off him, and again he wore his original clothes.
Behold, they lashed his head, spitted on him, knelt to him...
He willed not to drink the wine mixed with myrrh, in order to taste with full clarity how the Israelites would handle their Son of God, and while eternally pitying their future, temporarily hating their now.
All around was enmity, all around was pitiable, damnable.
Cling. Cling. The nails pierced the hearts of the palms. They were killing the Son of God with nails. What pitiable men, wishing to soften his pain. Cling. Cling. The nails pierced the backs of the feet, shattering a lump of bone, drenching pain into the heart and spine. Yet they themselves were already killing their Son of God with nails. What damnable men, they made him suffer with great comfort.
The crucifix stood up. He hanged in a vacuum.
He did not to drink the wine mixed with myrrh, to taste with full clarity how the Israelites would handle their Son of God, and while eternally pitying their future, temporarily hating their now.
The passerbys insulted him. The chief priests and scribes also joked with him. The two robbers crucified with him also reviled him.
Behold, crucified with him...
All around was enmity, all around was pitiable, damnable.
Among the agony of hands and feet, he tasted the sorry matter that pitiable people were nailing the Son of God, and the damnable people were killing the Son of God, and the Son of God was rejoicing towards the incoming death. Suddenly, the grand suffering of shattered bone drenched into the heart and spine, and he was drunk on great joy and great pity.
The bowels of Christ wavered with agony of pity and damnation.
There was darkness over all the land.
"Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?"(which is translated, "My God, why have you forsaken me?!")
God forsook him. He was finally another "Son of Man". Still the Israelites killed even "Son of Man" with nails.
The bodies of those who killed the "Son of Man" with nails were more wet and odious of blood than those who did so to the "Son of God".
(1924-12-20)