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for the slave who was tortured by Nero, my heart bursts with woe for you.
It sings with love and hurt for you, may in your death you hear it and may it
aid in healing your wounds.

For the slave who was burnt upside down on the cross, my soul yearns for your
redemption in the next life, may you feel no pain,

for the slave who died in revolt, on that lonely hateful road
on the crucifix, dying alone but with 6,000 comrades in torture
alongside thee,

may you have the tiniest solace, if there can ever be solace again,
in the fact I love you and know and pray for you and any descendants,
thousands of years later.