Mijn ziel splijt en ik zie geen bloed.
Ik weet niet hoe te helen.
Haken van ijzer en spijt.
Ik weet niet meer hoe te leven.
[It's Flemish (dutch) translation:]
My soul splits and I see no blood.
I don't know how to heal.
Hooks of iron and regret.
I don't know how to live (anymore).
I'm letting blood for you now.
Bury me where I die
Just here and now.
Nail my torn flesh to the cross.
Thrust a spear deep in my side.
I carried my cross long enough.
I wear my love like a crown of thorns.
You carried your cross long enough.
I wrote you a bible in blood.
With my bleeding heart on the cover.
And a teardrop on every page.
These wounds will always remember you.
Ik weet niet hoe te helen.
Haken van ijzer en spijt.
Ik weet niet meer hoe te leven.
[It's Flemish (dutch) translation:]
My soul splits and I see no blood.
I don't know how to heal.
Hooks of iron and regret.
I don't know how to live (anymore).
I'm letting blood for you now.
Bury me where I die
Just here and now.
Nail my torn flesh to the cross.
Thrust a spear deep in my side.
I carried my cross long enough.
I wear my love like a crown of thorns.
You carried your cross long enough.
I wrote you a bible in blood.
With my bleeding heart on the cover.
And a teardrop on every page.
These wounds will always remember you.