Why are you crying brother? Where are the nails that will be hammered in? Are you lying brother? You carry the hammer, you will forgive your sins
But you have done everything to make you weak, to let him grow, the one who waits for you Let him tell you what is gone, what is lost, and what will never come again
Now look into the mirror, and then tell me what you see: "An old man suffering, his time has come, oh lord this man here is me"
You have waited for the night to bring the day down, to let the light be killed by dark doom's hands Now it's your turn, tell them who you are, who you've been and now you are again
You looked into the mirror, and you told me what you saw: "An old man suffering, his time has come, oh lord this man here is me"