Paul Shapera - Samuel - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Samuel:

For my mother, my sister, and for you, Jordan

Sing with me child as the day grows long and stardust fills your eyes

Sing with me child of the love enver lost, your mother’s lullabye

There’s langue it’s speaking, some terrible tongue

In this creature’s cries

I’ll crack its cant and peel its prose

Know what it says in time

I shall not rest, to see this creature up close, its skin, its marks..

(spoken: “Has someone been whipping this creature? Seriouslly, has someone been lashing this thing. This look like whip marks…”)

Sing with me child as the day grows long and stardust fills your eyes

Sing with me child of the love enver lost, your mother’s lullabye

Back a long bit, i was a child exorcist

Get back devil, won’t you get back down

Get back to the glory of the lord

Get down devil won’t you get down and out

Get back to the glory of the lord

I drove out the devil for the glory of the lord,

witness for the glory of the lord

At ten years old they’d come from miles around to see me

driving out the devil for the glory of the lord

Get back devil, won’t you get back down…

My mother was afflicted how the demons they would come

every few months and they’d take over her mind

I’d say “get out you devil!” all night long and she would cry

And i’d bring her back again into the light

Get back devil, won’t you get back down…

The demons kept returning to my mother i must tell

I was left to raise my sister by myself

Pastor Ken he warned me that the females of my blood

Were marked and plagued by satan there himself

“Get out you devil”, to my mama oh i cried

A witness for the glory of the lord

On stage the crowds adored me but night after night i sat

With my sister while my mama wept some more

Get back devil, won’t you get back down…

Adolescence changes us from the children who we were

I started seeing different aspects of the world

Mental illness was the struggle that mother had and well,

All the screaming, prancing i had done was not a help

She took her life one day never once aware

Of any type of treatment, medication, doctor’s care

I quite the church, i went to school and studied there

Neuroscience, embarked upon a well acclaimed career

But at career’s cusp my sister she fell ill

Same affliction as my mother and i used all my skill

To diagnose, to find a cure for what she had

But all my skill revealed that in fact, she was not mad

It was a demon that did plague my sister’s mind

Just like the pastor said, it hunted down my female line

So back to church and on to seminary too

A different set of skills to learn to see the long fight through

Get back devil, won’t you get back down

Get back to the glory of the lord

Get down devil won’t you get down and out

Get back to the glory of the lord

The Holy Sacred Order Of The Bleeding Rose i joined

Which hunts these horrors all across the land

They taught me of the veil that leads beyond the world

And the Abbey and the dusk on which it stands

And when my sister took her life

And nothing else was left for me in the world any more

I offered to come over

To help the Abbey run

This place of no return who breaks all who come