Holy Sins

We trust in you,
we hope in you,
we look to you as the exalted shepherd
who guides us through the darkness
to the promised destination.

The clock has struck,
the bell is ringing,
the ink is gone,
it's time to write a new page in red.

For the homeland, for honor,
everything we believe in,
we shout to you in masses,
you are our redeemer,
you will justify our sins,
our swords shine brighter than the Sun
from the heavens.

We make a cross out of swords,
towers are bigger than churches,
we fight for the glory of heavens,
but when I look up,
they cry like rain.

What does a man become
when his brother becomes his enemy,
what is it about him
that makes him gouge out his own eyes
and swing his sword wildly?

I would like to know.