Red falls obscure the ground,
As petals are thrown from all around;
While people bow in fear and love,
Cursing and praising the heavens above,
All steal glimpses of the one ahead and beyond,
Since such a great one is a rare thing to behold.
According to the sacred laws,
In dead fountains blood flows,
While around the throne the mighty gather
To watch the sacrifices' slaughter,
And hear their screams as they burn
Before a seat that's waited for Him since the ages begun.
Sweat dampens rich garments,
When men of power shake in fear of unknown torments,
As they wait for the one they've hunted since his birth,
For the one they now called Lord of Heaven and Earth.
With each steadied step He comes closer to His right,
The one denied Him since His escape one night,
And the great ask themselves fearfully,
What will His Majesty's reward be for treachery.
Finally reaching the throne,
He takes His place alone;
The only witness of His subject's fall,
He sees the bowed heads of one and all,
He watches as few in love, and most in terror,
Kneel before His grace, and their emperor.
