Who are you? Man condemned to shine a salvation. Throughout the centuries. Why? Was the wine of the grail. Too sour for man to drink. The carpenter. Carved his anchor. On the dying souls of mankind. On the tomb of this unknown soldier. Lay the tools of the one who for us had died. Tools of the carpenter. The one they lick. The same old sick. Dream of their precious saviour. Kiss them deep. And make them weep. Over promises of eternal peace. The carpenter.... I hear you. Through the symphonic voices of nature. The purity I could never doubt. They tell me to lie on the grass. And observe my saviour. The one crucified to the chirping of birds. The carpenter....