Lyrics In St. Peter's Day - New Trolls

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.