Guilt

He never cared what the prophets said, anytime…
He gathers rain for his guilt and pain, falling down…
To clean himself, to wash his soul…
Escape from himself…
Mistakes, made over and over again…
Clearing his guilt…
His forehead branded by their holy sign
Day by day he’s living in this line
He’s begging the master on his knees…
(priest:)
«One word, one sign and everything’s forgiven.
Now, say you prayers and everything’s alright.
Don’t shift your blame on another backdoor.
Sell your soul and soon you will be absolved.»
He tries to repent for his sins as he was told
His only hope arriving at the other side
In the name of belief
In the name of belief
They wash their hands of it
Obessed and blind
Unable and bowed running out of time
Too mortified to reveal this evil crime
Tortured in guilt, what’s right what’s wrong
(priest:)
«Your fate, your soul, everything is fleeting.
I tell the truth in favor of the saints.
They came to teach discerning good and evil.
Now it’s mine to pronounce the rights for all.»
Unsolved questions remaining like a wall
Empty words are leading to the final fall
In the end he will receive eternal life…
There’s nothing more to care…
Escape into another phase…
The end: escape from himself…