Marcas da Dor

The cross on the ground, by your side an executioner
And a hammer in hand
Looking at the nails and the crowd
He felt a great emptiness in His heart

They took the Master
Laid Him on the cross
Opened His arms, no, they didn't see His light
They gathered His feet, called the executioner and he arrived

And beside the Master he crouched
And the hammer went up, up, up
Descended on the nails, down, down, down
And struck, struck, struck, struck

They raised the cross
There He was nailed, the light of the world
Not a single groan escaped
Everyone saw in His face the mark of pain

His blood flowing
Beating on the ground
He saw in all men
Ah, men, ingratitude

But He did not get angry
He asked the Father for forgiveness and the Father forgave
He yielded His spirit and wept
His head fell, fell, fell
Upon His chest it fell, fell, fell
And He died, died, died, died, died

All was silent, not even the birds sang
No sound was heard
Mary looked, something was wrong
The tomb was empty
She didn't remember it was the third day

The tomb cover was fallen
My Master had already come back to life

Where is my Master?
Mary cried out, who hid Him?
And a familiar voice: Mary, was heard
Whom do you seek, Mary?
Here I am, here I am
By your side I am, I am, I am

I am alive, alive, alive, alive, alive, alive, alive
I am alive, alive, alive, alive, alive, alive, alive
I am alive, alive, alive, alive, alive, alive, alive!

Allan Kardec died, but I am alive
Buddha died, but I am alive
Padre Cícero died, but I am alive
Aristotle died, but I am alive

I am alive, alive, alive I am