Winter, summer, the watchman sat there looking out ( Read more... )

Images of the Most High
can't you hear my cry of pain
Centuries have passed it by
but its echo does remain

What then? Will you allow us
to struggle and become freed?
Or will you disavow us
due to politicians' need?

If this is then your decision
here, before you stands the Cross!
Crush it, Monarch, to oblivion,
crush it, help to wreak our loss

Why have our two consuls and praetors come out today
wearing their embroidered, their scarlet togas?
Why have they put on bracelets with so many amethysts,
rings sparkling with magnificent emeralds?
Why are they carrying elegant canes
beautifully worked in silver and gold?

Because the barbarians are coming today
and things like that dazzle the