Sabes?

You know what you know, tell me.
You know what you know, tell me. Now.
You know what you know, there's forgiveness.
You know that his blood
already paid the price.

Will they be the fingers
That point at us?
Will they be the fears
that never end?

You know, He already knows, tell him.
Blood,
Pure blood for love, for everyone.

Will it be those arms that don't twist?
Will it be the guilt that prevails?

On the wood he died, you won't be able to forget it
On the wood he paid, only once and no more.
On the wood he died, you won't be able to forget it.
Guilt that will be lost
In the depths of the sea.

You know, you know, you know...

Will they be the fingers that point at us?
Will they be the fears that end us?

You know, You know, You know...