This story began before I was born A childless woman cried sadly at home Her maid gave birth to a child of her own My father felt joy yet he was torn A conflict began one day at dawn The maid took your hand and you were gone To the desert you left, towards the unknown I reckon you were so alone God will hear you oh, my blood For the years you roamed in dirt and mud Forsaken like a nomad, deserted in the flood Forgive me, brother You did nothing wrong and took all the shame I suffered myself, yet I am to blame The lord blessed us both, but we still fight and claim That kid on the mountain - what was his name? Brother hear my plea tonight I grew tired from these endless years of fight From a tiny corner stone we may build our realm of light Please hear me, brother Brother hear my plea tonight I grew tired from these endless years of fight From a tiny corner stone we may build our realm of light Please hear me, brother... God will hear you oh, my blood For the years you roamed in dirt and mud Forsaken like a nomad, deserted in the flood Forgive me...