He lived a quiet life on his farm
No surprise or novelty
He felt that something else was missing
He was not complete
He found shelter and protection
In a certain religion
Newly converted to a sect
It was inflamed with religious fervor
Closing in a world
That existed just inside his head
I am the Second Abraham
I have no crime or sin
I follow your orders without question. Oh Lord!
I am the hand of God and evil I will sweep away
Proud of himself as a good servant
Locked himself with barricaded doors and windows
Waiting for a miracle… Which never came
After his imprisonment with a distorted mind
Whispered songs and hymns
For a broken promise
And the weight of the loss in his memory
And so it was commanded!
That you sacrifice your own daughter
Of (only) five years old
As a symbol of purity
In the prime of your life
You will see my power through my miracles
And on Sunday she will rise again
He made an altar on the kitchen
Table an altar made was improvised
Stabbed to death a life was mown
At dawn on a Thursday
Stabbed to death a life was mown
At dawn on a Thursday
He believed that he received messages from God
I am the Second Abraham
I have no crime or sin
I follow your orders without question. Oh Lord!
I am the hand of God and evil I will sweep away
I am the Second Abraham
I have no crime or sin
I follow your orders without question. Oh Lord!
I am the hand of God and evil I will sweep away
