“Albowiem pod tym mianem kryje się wielkie ryzyko, udręka i odpowiedzialność”. Your flesh turns into thin ash, wind scatters all that is left Our chant is swelling in tide, “Remember, man, about Death” Psalms of Confession hit Heavens, scourged and prostrated and still Now Friday falls on world’s shoulders, blessed Arma Christi we wield Repent for your sins, not yours is the glory Oh suffering Lord, let yours be the gloryĭeliver your children from false sanctimony Under our protection and the cloak of Lady of Sorrows One to be reborn for Death, to walk in the shadow of gallows Towards limbo we head out, to convert alms into sheep Thursday of life and forgiveness, the mist enshrouding the streets “Laudato si mi Signore, per sora nostra Morte corporale,ĭa la quale nullu homo uiuente po skappare” “Cursed be he who does not stain his sword with blood!”