My legs have been shaking since yesterday.
I am sorry Lord, I am just a castaway.
Sure, bring me your sorrows,
Bring me your sorrows.
Hard as it is. Bleak day indeed.
Would you give up your soul for this terrible deed?
Would I give it up?
I would give it up.
Bring the child, let him emancipate
Free me from my slavery,
Moses, show me my promised place
Will I see the Promised Land?
I will see the Promised Land.
Roar, run and rumble
Inside my heart everything stumbles
Am I the chosen one?
I am the chosen one.
Will I see for what I give up my soul?
Maybe you will fill my empty corpse
Hold me high and praise my name.
Hold me and praise my name.
At dusk was when I saw the fire.
Lighten up in front of me.
A warm, calm voice I heard.
Tomorrow I will die, the saviour will I be?
I will be the saviour. Tomorrow I will die.
My legs shake, Lord, am I ready?
Just a castaway is all I am.
And everyone brings me their sorrows.
Bring me their sorrows.
I will, my Lord, the greater good.
I will let my body be torn apart.
I will be called crazy, nail me to the cross.
I will be the saviour. I will be the saviour.
This is my descent into madness.
Moses, Muhammad, Noah, Abraham
Paul, Peter, John the Baptist.
I will join the great Lord’s army.
A greater burden than life itself.
Such a great task lies ahead.
I am sorry, father and mother, my loved ones.
I must go, my duty awaits me.
Now my legs are not shaking!
Let the coronation commence!
Name me prophet, saint, king!
...
I stop for a heartbeat...
In this world? Save this? Hearts with no heat?
Reeking of filth, I am disgusted.
Do you see hope in this world?
I see hope in this world.
I created it.
Mezei Csaba XI. H
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