Текст песни In St. Peter's Day

All the tears of the world have now been cried I don't want to hear the screamin' of the crowd And my heart still dyin' for his loss For three times I heard the day bird cry For three times your love I have denied now I hear the beating of the hammers crucifyng the soul off all summers. In St.Peter's day And the nails they're fixing in your hands They digholes deeply bleading in my brain I can't hear the screamin' of the crowd Cause you my Christ are still dyin with my soul For three times I heard the day bird cry For three times your love I have denied now love I hear the beating of the hammers crucifyng the soul off all summers.