SLAIN

You’ve got me on the cross again
Now, who'd cure your lepers
and endure your pains?
Who’d get you out of heinous reign?
Make you long for Promised Land?

Would you keep deifying your erroneous calf?
Made of gold that soothes your heart,
Keep throwing your saviours in the hearth?

Would you try to delude again?
Beg to get refused again
Rehearse the tale of deluge again.

Would you waste in famine all your grains?
Crave for drought instead of rain.
I’m your life, your guide, your way
So why do you wish to have me slain?

____________NOCTURNAL