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• Artiste: Megafaun
• Titre: His Robe
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I knew of a man Who knew life from death It was in a book that I had read He was hung to death Reluctant and To his grave they dare not go I've been walking on this road This road, this road Waiting for his hands to wash my own My own, my own Wipe the dust from my wrist with his mighty robe His robe, his robe To the promised land I will sure forever go There's a child of mine Laying sick in bed He was caught with a wound that could not mend I called on the Lord to come down and restore But my cries weren't heard from the Lord I've been walking on this road This road, this road Waiting for his hands to wash my own My own, my own Wipe the dust from my wrist with his mighty robe His robe, his robe To the promised land I will sure forever go One thing is for sure When the child is dead There will be no tears on my own eyes They'll just turn their heads And ignore the dead Civil fools, way to be so cold I've been walking on this road This road, this road Waiting for his hands to wash my own My own, my own Wipe the dust from my wrist with his mighty robe His robe, his robe To the promised land I will sure forever go All this time gone by Thought he had saved And be good from hearts that were full of rage Now I know for sure That he brought the war Oh, and retribution's near I've been walking on this road This road, this road Waiting for his hands to wash my own My own, my own Wipe the dust from my wrist with his mighty robe His robe, his robe To the promised land I will sure forever go