Prayers make a living now
Life doesn't give much but asks
everything,
everything or nothing
Two pigeons are bought
to set them free, not to
break their necks
As the insence has risen already
The oil has flowed
The curtain being ripped in two
And the people in the temple
are not shared by race
as they stand, still of awe
The shuffling sound of wings
fills the awaiting air
The trumpet sound of sacrifice
and circus feast
changes into trumpets
echoing the crashing of the walls
And after, the whole heaven
sounds again of their voice
One can't block his ears now
Life doesn't give much but asks
everything,
everything or nothing
Two pigeons are bought
to set them free, not to
break their necks
As the insence has risen already
The oil has flowed
The curtain being ripped in two
And the people in the temple
are not shared by race
as they stand, still of awe
The shuffling sound of wings
fills the awaiting air
The trumpet sound of sacrifice
and circus feast
changes into trumpets
echoing the crashing of the walls
And after, the whole heaven
sounds again of their voice
One can't block his ears now