Who are you? Man condemned to shine a salvation Throughout the centuries
Why was the wine of the grail Too sour for man to drink?
The carpenter Carved his anchor On the dying souls of mankind On the tomb of this unknown soldier Lay the tools of the one who for us had died Tools of the carpenter
The one they lick The same old sick Dream of their precious saviour
Kiss them deep And make them weep Over promises of eternal peace
The carpenter
I hear you 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.