Brethren of the Cross

Devotional army of martyrs,
March upon the temple,
To heal the indisposed,
Thus drive out their adversary.

Their master wields a scourge,
That lashes at their flesh,
Flayed into a frenzy,
Their Sacrifice an offering to Christ.

Under the presence of the Lord,
Pray your sins be absolved,
Repent, turn back,
Brethren of the Cross.

Tormented flayed disciples,
Daily punished violently,
A token in return of the Lord's goodwill,
To free his people from this curse.

Scapegoats to the Church,
They suffered in vain,
Their sacrifice will restore hope,
Of vanquishing the great mortality.

The Church denounced such acts,
Incarcerating the masters,
Brandished as perverse,
Executed by order of the Church.

Scapegoats to the Cause,
They suffered in pain,
God has cursed the brethren,
And tainted this holy crusade.