Who are you? Man condemned to shine a salvation
Throughout the centuries Too sour for man to drink Why? Was the wine of the grail
The carpenter
Carved his anchor
Tools of the carpenter
On the dying souls of mankind
On the tomb of this unknown soldier
The one they lick
Lay the tools of the one who for us had died
The same old sick Dream of their precious saviour
Kiss them deep And make them weep
Over promises of eternal peace
I hear you The carpenter.
Through the symphonic voices of nature
The purity I could never doubt
They tell me to lie on the grass
And observe my saviour The one crucified to the chirping of birds
The carpenter.
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