In St. Peter's Day - New Trolls

All the tears of the world have now been cried

I don’t want to hear the screamin' of the crowd

And my heart still dyin' for his loss

For three times I heard the day bird cry

For three times your love I have denied now

I hear the beating of the hammers crucifyng the soul off all summers.

In St. Peter's day

And the nails they’re fixing in your hands

They digholes deeply bleading in my brain

I can’t hear the screamin' of the crowd

Cause you my Christ are still dyin with my soul

For three times I heard the day bird cry

For three times your love I have denied now love

I hear the beating of the hammers crucifyng the soul off all summers.