| Mother, tell me a story or sing me a song
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| It’s a sacred sort of disorder how these sisters came along
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| Of flocks, of fools, and dozens of men
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| Who fell through their thrones into the abyss of again
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| The kings of earth, crippled with crowns
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| And the cursed criminal who turned it upside down
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| So we shout: «Hold us together, tear me apart»
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| May our suffering sing the hymns we couldn’t hear
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| «Hold us together even if it tears me apart»
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| May our blood be spilled for the life of this world
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| «Do you feel whole?»
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| Will you see my face?
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| You are, you are, you are, you are
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| I’m not, but you are
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| I’m not, but you are
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| Dead to conceive life that tells our stories
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| Dead to conceive life that tells our stories
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| «Hold us together, tear me apart»
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| May our suffering sing the hymns we couldn’t hear
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| «Hold us together even if it tears me apart»
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| May our blood be spilled for the life of this world |