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Regarding the Siege of the Church of the Nativity

Lyrics

Oh Bethlehem

My hope, my home

Ring softly for me

My mind impaired

Your bells declare

A love that teaches me

No room in the inn

Bring them here, let them in

Give our guests the rest they need

The arms of the church

Are the haven reserved

For the weary the hand of God rceives

But why has the stain glass shattred?

Golden hues turn to red

We’ll grant a place of refuge

But must we give our shelter to the dead?

Gifted gold in a chest become brass bullets fired at my breast

The choir angels aghast

Wise men bearing gifts

Morph into gunmen with white-knuckles fists

Is this redemption for us?

For 40 days, we’ll fast

While skies darken black

Hell rains on us

And for a tenth of those

I’ll watch my family hunger

To see my body consumed into the earth

I hear them scream

One to another

«We will turn this birthplace of ‘god'

Into a grave for my godless brother»

This silent night is drenched in gunfire

The birth of chaos, a soundtrack for my second christening

I hear them scream

One to another

«We will turn this birthplace of ‘god'

Into a grave for my godless brother»

I ran, I fell

I heard the bell

Ringing softly one last time

The angels lift my soul rejoicing

Isaac, Ishmael, will you weep for me?

Caught in the crossfire

Between what is

And what should be

Two brothers

On either side of the Church

Collided violently into me

The marriage of fear and hate

The death of peace

The bell tolling for solace

Still sings for me

The star of Bethlehem climbed every rung to the sky

The virgin births a stillborn

The sacrifice is found