In your hands

In your hands

To be truthful and honest I’ve heard and seen enough,
now I’ve got to stand up and do something against you, otherwise
the entire world will fall in your hands, and my understanding tells me
that would be no good. You’re bleeding this world dry, soon
there’ll be no more courage, wrath feels heavy in my stomach.

Lord, I wish so much they’d see you from above
because otherwise nothing moves, but I know that you
are there,
you know that you can trust me, you know that you are
my star
Lord, show that everything is true, and that today was,
is and will be your day, so that it dawns on everyone

We have to find and destroy the enemy. I don’t want to hear anything else
coming out of his mouth,
I don’t want to beseech any other might but yours, for you
send us the saviour, you are the greatest, you are the one who broke
my fetters and the one who uncovered death to be nothing but a tiny
and insignificant pig that I’m roasting now with your flames, as you have sent
it into exile

refrain:
Death remains forever out of my and of all other lives
which have been entrusted in your hands, as it has nothing
to do in your house. Lord, you are the only one
for me, and now truth is starting to reveal itself, this
world is reaching its end, but you are eternal, you’ve got the eternal
light, but they don’t see it.

The time is coming for me to stand up and remain by your side,
for every single line I write which doesn’t immediately
shout your name is lost forever. I was born to
fight, not with a sword, but with a microphone and my head up,
unbreakable as the opposite of what happens in this world finds
a space in my songs, light will return when we’ll prepare our
warriors instead of just talking. Because we are talking about life or
death, Commandments and praying, praying to the one who leads our lives,
to the real “mc” (??)*, what can be easily seen is never true, truth comes by like
a thief in the middle of the night, not at quarter past eight, so wake up
from your deep sleep, our territory has never been a subject of
the true Lord. One can see that many options are on offer,
but only one is a victor for the believer, higher and
lower, “doper”(??)* and deeper, what do you prefer?

don’t-you-want-to-see-it?

refrain

God, you who live at Mount Zion, only you deserve to be praised
by us, and that each one of us keeps the vows made to you. You hear
our prayers, that’s why all humans come to you. Our offences
are too heavy a burden on our shoulders, but you can forgive our faults.
How fortunate are those who have been chosen by you! They’re allowed
to come close to you and to live in the atriums of your temple.
We’d like to rejoice with all the good things we are given
at your holy house.

God, our saviour, you are loyal to us, you answer us
with powerful deeds. You are the hope of this Earth,
up to the most remote of the seas. You put the mountains where they are
by using your power. You’re ready to fight armed with all your might. And
you silence the fury of the oceans, the roaring of their waves; you
silence the fury of the peoples as well. They’re all afraid of your
miracles, in all corners of this Earth. Your deeds
inspire joy and rejoice eveywhere where there are human beings. You
look after the soil, you make it rich and fertile: that way you let
grains grow to feed humankind. God, your streams are always
full of water; you moisten the furrows and level the clods of earth,
you water the fields with rainwater and bless
what germinates in them. You crown each year with good gifts, leaving
abundance on your trail. Steppes are covered
by a lush green, hills echo with shouts of happiness.
Pastures adorn themselves with herds, valleys cover themselves
with swaying crops- everything is full of joy and singing.