Words & Music |
by B. Blanke |
Background vocals |
by Christina Bädeker, |
Marlies Curth & |
Insa Scheller |
Saxophone |
by Christine Kienert |
Lead vocals & all other instruments |
by Lothlorien |
Artwork |
by Marlies Curth |
Father
Father, look what they do to your earth
Black blood is streaming out of countless festering wounds
The oceans spitting putrid mucus on to the beach
And poisonous clouds crying acidic tears
And darkening the sky
Father, look your earth is going to die
You expelled them from paradise
And you sent the Flood
You destroyed the tower of Babel,
But they still adore the golden calf
You tried to bring them to their senses
Time and again
Father, they never seem to learn.
Father, look what they do to themselves
They still slay their brothers out of enviousness
They murder each other out of avarice
They are spending their life in evil
Spending their life in pride
Father, wherefore did I die?
You gave them a paradise,
You gave them love
You gave them their mind,
You gave them the word
You gave them commandments;
You gave them your son
Father, they never seem to learn.