Paroles de Brudermord

Redemptive tunes turned out as spears Cathartic words became a sword Stones to smash the brother's head I said: "Your music is too weak to save a soul perished by cold" You said: "Your words are to putrid to wake a sleeping child" Stones, self-righteous stones God loves you so much more than me We lost ourselves in grudge I took the stone and smashed your head You took the stone and smashed my head The one escaped in music mute The other in empty words Stones to smash the brother's head Brudermord