Whisperings, call me again Voices, that cause me pain Even at night, I feel the fear Reflecting on my soul, in a, in a tears
Running out of the way, hiding from the light I became deaf and blind out of crying Hell is my fate, no turning back They make me believe And I sleep And I sleep
Wake up and call me again Because there is a God in your life That the cross washed me And it was his son
As his son As his son My old self was crucified with him As his son (as his son) As his son (as his son) My old self was crucified with him As his son (as his son) As his son (as his son) My old self was crucified with him
See him risen tô the sky And will not die Was his son (was his son) Was his son (was his son) My old self was crucified with him Was his son (was his son) Was his son (was his son) My old self was crucified with him Was his son
I searched, and I prayed (and I prayed) Without the old pain One for all, and was I searching for And I prayed (and I prayed) He is holy