Marcas da Dor

Marks of Pain

The cross on the ground
By your side an executioner with a hammer in hand
Looking at the nails and the crowd
He felt a great emptiness in his heart
They took the master, laid him on the cross
Opened his arms, didn't see his light
They brought his feet, called the executioner
He approached
And beside the master, he crouched

And the hammer went up, up, up
Descended on the nails, down, down, down
And struck, struck, struck, struck, struck

They raised the cross, there he was nailed, the light of the world
Not a single groan escaped
Everyone saw in his face the mark of pain
His blood flowing, hitting the ground
He saw ingratitude in all men
But he didn't get angry, asked the Father for forgiveness and the Father forgave
Received his spirit and wept

His head fell, fell, fell
Fell on his chest, fell, fell
And he died, died, died, died, died
All silence, not even the birds sang
Not a sound was heard
Mary looked at the empty tomb and no one remembered that it was the third day, the tomb's lid
Was fallen, my master had already returned to life
Where is my master? Mary cried
Who hid him? A familiar voice was heard
Who are you looking for, Mary? Here I am, here I am
I am by your side, I am, I am
I am alive, I am alive, I am alive, I am alive
I am alive