O Que Ninguém Viu

What a sad spectacle is this?
Jesus is agonizing, hanging high
Thousands of angels around the cross
With shining swords they can't use
Choking on their zeal, they break down in tears
Seeing Jesus under the wrath
Of the hand of justice, from His own Father

I see that the fallen angels
Also present themselves, millennia of hate
Their prince sees himself as invincible
With a festive air, he celebrates the torment
Proudly waiting for the exact moment
Of an uncontrollable shout of great victory
That he thinks is achieved over the Son of God

Ah, but I see that the scene has changed
Suddenly this cross has become
A chariot of fire flying
And Jesus in triumph dragging enemies through the air
Ah, bound they expose through the skies
Hell, death, the trophies
He stripped the brave and humiliated
Captivity in chains
He is the Lord of all, ah!

Ah, but I see that the scene has changed
Suddenly this cross has become
A chariot of fire flying
And Jesus in triumph dragging enemies through the air
Ah, bound they expose through the skies
Hell, death, the trophies
He stripped the brave and humiliated
Captivity in chains
He is the Lord of all, ah!