Sorrow Is Your Tale - Orden Ogan, Joacim Cans

In droves, they are coming here

I am what they call the seer;

Let us talk and you will see

Your whole life led you to me

You know this place, you have been here before

You suffered so much, can’t stand anymore

All my children, come to me

Sorrow is your tale

The cross you bring belongs to thee

I just hold the nail

All my children, come to me

Sorrow is your tale

The cross you bring can set you free

Take this final nail

I will escort you into my lair

We’ll take our time to set the snare

Words so sharp they pierce your hands

The truth I show, you can not withstand

I’ll raise your cross at a desolate place

Join my collection of your desolate race

I’ll make your weakness be your fate

Once realized it will be too late

Say your final prayer, no one can descend from there

And for those who try to run — I will build another one…

All my children, come to me

Sorrow is your tale

The cross you bring belongs to thee

I just hold the nail

All my children, come to me

Sorrow is your tale

The cross you bring can set you free

Take this final nail

All my children, come to me

Sorrow is your tale

The cross you bring belongs to thee

I just hold the nail

All my children, come to me

Sorrow is your tale

The cross you bring can set you free

Take this final nail