Вольный перевод песни группы Ария.
(Galloping bass, twin guitars enter, dramatic drum fill)
The ancient city, Jerusalem, weighs heavy over you,
You’re ready to break, to flee to Rome, to see it through—
Taking your soldiers with you.
You’re tired of all these faces,
Of this strange, insincere land.
A dull pain pulses at your temple,
Your day of torment’s already at hand.
Not the will of men—but of the gods.
You must endure, not protest.
You know the path brings no retreat as well.
Drink your poison—seal your fate!
Procurator Pontius Pilate!
Over Golgotha—mourning gloom, you sense the dread,
You feel the weight—you’re half afraid.
Among the soldiers, scorched by heat, they wait instead—
Two thieves… and one that was betrayed.
He seems a madman, guilty only of truth,
But you pronounce the verdict, cold and uncouth.
“The King of Judea will die like a common thief,” you say,
And seal the sentence that will never fade away.
Not the will of men—but of the gods.
You must endure, not protest.
You know this path brings no retreat as well.
Drink your poison—seal your fate!
Procurator Pontius Pilate!
You would have gone with him,
Along the road of endless stars,
Beyond the mountains’ shadowed rim.
Would have fallen to your knees—
Unashamed of words or tears,
With whispered prayers and shattered pleas.
(Twin guitar harmonies, neo-classical phrasing, driving gallop underneath)
You sought to find your peace
In the depths of lake-bound sleep,
You judged yourself—but your death runs deep
In the grasp of the eternal evil.
The devil still remembers you—
On Passion Night, he comes for you.
Longing to wash away your shame…
But all in vain—forever the same.
Not the will of men—but of the gods.
You must endure, not protest.
You know this path brings no retreat as well.
Drink your poison—seal your fate!
Procurator Pontius Pilate!
Not the will of men—but of the gods.
You must endure, not protest.
You know this path brings no retreat as well.
Drink your poison—seal your fate!
Procurator Pontius Pilate!
Along the road of endless stars,
Above the stern expanse of mountains.
(Fade out with harmonized guitars and distant choir)
