His blood was shed to the last drop,
Our sins of the past, present and future,
pierced into his heart like a bullet.
He however didn’t numb his tissues,
that each and every drop be shed.
The people who drank that blood
were purified, divined and blessed.
Their unquenchable thirst was quenched,
and they stopped going shelter-shelter.
He never cursed anyone but borne everyone,
on his Might Shoulder, his fleshy heart now
shines like white dew and bright rising son,
His followers are clad in white and not in black,
because day in imminent and darkness vanished.