Текст песни: The Austrian + перевод

«I saw… the Prophets and the Messengers gather and seat themselves around Me,

moaning, weeping and loudly lamenting. 'We weep for Thee, O Most Great Mystery,

O Tabernacle of Immortality!' They wept with such a weeping that I too wept

with them. Thereupon the Concourse on high addressed Me saying: '…

Erelong shalt Thou behold with Thine own eyes what no Prophet hath beheld…

Be patient, be patient.'… They continued addressing Me the whole night until

the approach of dawn.»

(Shoghi Effendi, God Passes By, p. 147)

Don’t accuse me of exaggeration

For by the duties of my profession

I was witness to abominations

You can’t comprehend

The fanatic is numb and his heart is clouded

Inhuman violence to the unprotected

My soul revolts against the infamy

He smiles and cracks his whip

But words cannot describe that scene my friend

The crimes that took place in those days

Oh the fear of losing control and the greed that blinds the heart

The faithful ones so brave until the end

I can’t believe the words that I read from his pen

So far away and so long ago

I can feel the intensity, the weeping of his soul, but I know

That when I raise my eyes, there’s a brighter sky

And I remember the ones who lost their lives

His pen describes it in perfect detail

No cry escapes from the victim’s exhale

Torment endured in the darkened silence

You can’t comprehend

The Austrian stands there confounded and helpless

Turn to the homeland escaping the darkness

Locked in his bedroom he lies there shaking

And he must recount his tale

But words cannot describe that scene my friend

The crimes that took place in those days

Oh the fear of losing control and the greed that blinds the heart

The faithful ones so brave until the end

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