Marcas da Dor

The cross on the ground
By your side, an executioner with 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, didn't see his light
Joined his feet, called the executioner
He approached, and next to the master, he crouched

And the hammer went up, up, up
Descended on the nails, down, down, down
And struck, struck, struck, struck, struck

They raised the cross
There he was nailed, the world's light
Not a single groan escaped
Everyone saw in his face the mark of pain
His blood flowing, hitting the ground
He saw ingratitude in all men

But he did not get angry
He asked the father for forgiveness, and the father forgave
Received his spirit and wept

His head fell, fell, fell
Onto his chest it fell, fell, fell
And he died, died, died, died, died

All in silence
Not even the birds sang, no sound was heard
Mary looked at the empty tomb
And no one remembered it was the third day
The tomb's lid was fallen
My master had already come back to life

Where is my master, Mary cried, who hid him?
And a familiar voice was heard
Whom are you seeking, Mary? Here I am, here I am
I am by your side, I am, I am
I am alive, I am alive, I am alive, I am alive, I am alive
I am alive, I am alive, I am alive, I am alive, I am alive, I am alive