On the twelfth of January, you don't need what you can't carry. The blood will flow into the ocean. The voice is breaking with emotion. Crucified, then crucified again. Crucified, then crucified again. In the night, they started singing. They had no right to keep believing. But down below, there's someone screaming. A broken church, no bells are ringing. Crucified, then crucified again. Crucified, then crucified again. Crucified again. Crucified again. Preachers talk on television, hand out the judgments of their religion. But when I heard those women singing, they made a sound I could believe. Crucified, then crucified again. He who strikes the blow forgets it. But he who bears the scar remembers. The fire is burning down to members. The fire is burning but I can't remember. Crucified, then crucified again. Crucified, then crucified again. Crucified again. Crucified again. Crucified again and again and again. All you great and mighty nations who think you've paid for your high stations. The cities may be built in the sand, but ours were built by their father's hands. They crucified, then crucified again. They crucified, then crucified again. Crucified again. Crucified again. Crucified again and again and again. Tell the crowd, crowd, do it again. Crucified again. Crucified again. Crucified again and again and again. Tell the crowd, crowd, do it again. Do it again. Crucified again. Crucified again.