My Heavy Cross
Slow, Marching Goth-Blues. Features an insistent, low-end drum beat, a driving bass line, and simple, mournful brass/synth accents.
My Heavy Cross
Slow, Marching Goth-Blues. Features an insistent, low-end drum beat, a driving bass line, and simple, mournful brass/synth accents.
Lyrics
Verse 1
"Oh, Father, tell me why your back is bent so low?
You carry a burden that you will not let go.
Why do you look upon the ground, and never to the sky?
Tell me, old man, why do you stand there and sigh?"
Chorus
"Son, that’s My Heavy Cross, the burden I defend.
It’s the history of error that never seems to end.
It’s the price that you pay for the things that you did wrong,
A silent reminder that you’ll carry all life long."
Verse 2
"Oh, Father, tell me why your hands are cracked and torn?
They look like old leather, like they've been badly worn.
Why do you stare out across the barren field?
Tell me, old man, what truth does your body yield?"
Chorus
"Son, that’s My Heavy Cross, the burden I defend.
It’s the history of error that never seems to end.
It’s the price that you pay for the things that you did wrong,
A silent reminder that you’ll carry all life long."
Verse 3
"Now, don't you worry 'bout the state of my domain,
You've got your own struggle, you'll learn to feel the pain.
You'll pick up your own sorrow, you'll find your own lack,
There is no progress, only looking back."
Chorus
"Son, that’s My Heavy Cross, the burden I defend.
It’s the history of error that never seems to end.
It’s the price that you pay for the things that you did wrong,
A silent reminder that you’ll carry all life long."
Outro
Carry all life long... the cross...