Текст песни Man Of The Cross (feat. Jérôme Reuter)

I rest not, I sleep not, lonely, cold of the heart I keep on sharpening the blade all day The night falls, that shiver crawls up your neck The hideman’s teasing, it’s the hideman’s season My holy sons, can you feel the rage? Now just watch me hold that blade you crave My holy sons, is this blood I taste? Must be all that lust you try to cage I fear not, I won’t tremble This blade will plunge home Straight to the soul, straight to the bone We shall roll the rope once the neck has snapped We will roll the ropes And that will be the end of that man of the cross My holy sons, can you feel the rage? Now just watch me hold that blade you crave My holy sons, is this blood I taste? Must be all that lust you try to cage Watch all the lies you fed us fail No one died for my sins No one died for my sins No one died for my sins No one died for my sins just yet No one died for my sins just yet No one died for my sins just yet No one died for my sins just yet No one died for my sins just yet Man on the cross, you bring no light (no one died) Man of the cross, you bring no light Man of the cross, you bring no light My holy sons, can you feel the rage? Now just watch me hold that blade you crave My holy sons, is this blood I taste? Must be all that lust you try to cage My holy sons, can you feel the rage? Now just watch me hold that blade you crave My holy sons, is this blood I taste? Must be all that lust you try to cage Watch all the lies you fed us fail