We walk alone in a deep forest. Together, yet apart, we form a dark chorus. The leaves are turning into blood and gold, Jesus wept while the others slept and he was sold.
Pale victim on a cross with steel gray eyes, With deep wounds in his hands and in his side. The wound in his side was a mouth wide with fear. Saying, \"Abandon hope all ye who enter here.\"
Every man for himself, Every woman for herself And god against all.
The silhouette of crosses on the hill, There reared against the grey sky standing still. The drops of precious blood fall to the ground. Striking the stones they make an awesome sound.
We were there on Easter morning Watching as the stone was rolled away, And in the depths we saw him lying And sank into our minds. Every man for himself, Every woman for herself And god against all.