Soy Nazareno

The sands of the desert have been wet with the blood and tears of God
As they march, the darkness stains the flags with the black of terror

I fell in Iraq and I fell in Syria
But now I'm standing
Even though my knees are shaking
I walk by my creed and faith supports me here

I am a Nazarene, a Nazarene
I carry a message in my voice that speaks of resurrection
And when I die, I don't die
Because I was marked with the letter nun, in my soul by God

I hear my prayer whispered, under the sound of Kalashnikovs in the streets of Mosul
While I carry the weight of my wings that, when extended, have formed a cross in me

And between hangovers, the West eats the cannibal of resentment
And even though the Sun seems absent, I see a foot on a snake, I see the triumph of love

I am a Nazarene, a Nazarene
I carry a message in my voice that speaks of resurrection
And when I die, I don't die
Because I was marked with the letter nun, in my soul by God

You can take my head, you can burn my churches
You can throw me out of the land where I was born, but my soul belongs to God
Your weapons may convince you that you have succeeded in subduing me
But the spirit blows me towards freedom, there are no chains for the truth
In the face of the nails of your anger, I want to offer my other cheek
To love the hand that hammers and with my neck caress the edge of your dagger

Father forgive them, for they know not what they do
Son, forgive us, because we do not do what you did

I am a Nazarene, a Nazarene
I carry a message in my voice that speaks of resurrection
And when I die, I don't die
Because I was marked with the letter nun, in my soul by God

I am a Nazarene and when I die I do not die

I am life, he who believes in me, even if he dies, will live