Brudermord

Redemptive tunes turned out as spears

Cathartic words became a sword

Stones to smash the brother's head

I said:

"Your music is too weak to save a soul perished by cold"

You said:

"Your words are to putrid to wake a sleeping child"

Stones, self-righteous stones

God loves you so much more than me

We lost ourselves in grudge

I took the stone and smashed your head

You took the stone and smashed my head

The one escaped in music mute

The other in empty words

Stones to smash the brother's head

Brudermord