Imago Mortis - Prayers In The Wind

Oh, how canst I walk on Earth
Carrying on my back
The weight of a thousand men?
My acts art full of envy and greed

How canst a man be patient and live,
Knowing that he'll pay the price?
The justice that comes from the skies
Whence only canst enter immaculate souls

I wish I couldst wash my sins away
Oh skies, there's not enough rain

But the air I breath...
So pure, as it enters my lungs,
It takes everywhere
My inner pollution
To wash my soul,
So terrible is my crime

The skies may understand
Neither say a prayer I canst
What is the reason for mercy?

How canst the skies forgive me
If I can't understand myself?
I'm guilty

These vary hands
That touch my wife,
Strike my poor sister in law
These vary hands destroyed the king
And my brother, with the same stroke

My knees touch the cold ground,
Cheat the pain I will not
I won't leave in victory,
So I beg thee, give me death