Songtext von Dyin Day

Be it work or be it rite? Father, tell me Brings us to the mountainside Every day a dying day Be it work or be it rite Oh my sweet babe We come to make a sacrifice Every day a dying day Be it ox or be it ram? Father, tell me Please the god of Abraham Every day a dying day Be it ox or be it ram Oh my sweet babe It is the blood of the innocent Every day a dying day And who are you to understand The ways of him who holds the blade? And who are you to stay the hand Of him who made you? Be it ill or be it good? Father, tell me Makes you bind me hand and foot Every day a dying day Be it ill or be it good Oh my sweet babe I am doing as I should Every day a dying day