Текст песни Beat Circus - Judgment Day

In the sun, with withered skin
Walked a man, of humble kin
He'll soon be free from his worldly trials
His body at rest down in the old churchyard
All his life he would toil for day and night
Hear the voice of your master callin you
Momma said

Take my hand, walk to the river with me and
Wash your sins away for the judgment day
All the boughs will break beneath your feet so
Pray with me and fear the judgment day

Evening falls, he kneels by the bed
Loneliness enters in his head
Like a child he folds his weathered hands
And whispers the words he barely understands
In the dark he awaits a moment of grace
As she promised him as the tears ran down her face
Momma said

Take my hand, walk to the river with me and
Wash your sins away for the judgment day
All the boughs will break beneath your feet so
Pray with me and fear the judgment day