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.