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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 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!

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.

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!