गीत निर्देशांक
ENमूल बोल
अनुवाद अभी उपलब्ध नहीं है। मूल बोल दिखाए जा रहे हैं।
Here the soil is barren
Here nothing grows but crosses
They know not what they do
You - your forgiveness falls as dew
Nailed upon a wooden frame
Twisted yet unbroken
Open mounted a silent choir
Understood, unspoken
Never was there heard a sound
Until the heavens opened
Now the tide is turning
To other wordly yearning
Through the sun's eclipse seems final
Surely he will rise again
