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



The carpenter