Hands Of Father

All word call out: You are nothing
You are only dirt on his heel
But you must not believe, 'cos you are - Man
Only sin make you a slave
Let be for you emptiness
All, that hold you
There is only one the Savior
In his hands death and destiny
World is cruelty
The evil straights call for you by echo
But you must be brave and reach by hand
To the River of Life and knowledge
You must broke
A beaker of sorrows
You must break a thread
That doesn't give you to live
You must forgive
All that doesn't give you to go
When I go on the road
Someone emerge on meeting with me
I take a slant to him
It was my father
I close to him and offer my hands
I close to him and say

Hello, father
It's a pity, that I don't see you all this years
I'm sorry, I find so long!

I forgave you, when I died I take away you
From Abbadon!

In the time of pane and sorrows
Answer the door, son
Black brume goes away from the heart
And you'll see the eagle in the sky
To the Throne you must go on the way
And there you can find blessedness
When in free of false pretences and evil
You'll uphold by Father's hand