Blessed be the woodworkers The crosses and the gallows
Blessed be the forgers of iron And the spikes and the barbwire
Blessed be the stone cutters It took a quarry to bury the dreams
Blessed be the misery, the filth, the discord and the horror Blessed be the lies, the guilt, the fear, the woe and the betrayal For these ones didn't need any outside source For these ones come from within
And here it is Grown from within An invincible stronghold Adorned with death
A suit of shining armour Replaced the skin And calligraphed sins Are as coat of arms
