Oh my creator what is it I have done That requires the death of our son Oh freedom sweet freedom lying on the ground Whose blood is pouring down Oh soul burning inside by breast what is the honor Who is the test Oh fire in the mountain where it all began Lord could we please start again Oh my creator what can I do beside share my pain with you Freedom oh freedom what have you done you cost my creator his son Mother of God kneeling on the ground I feel your pain I as I watch your tears fall down Father tell me true how could this happen If you knew I have nothing to give you you own it all as the valley cries and my tears they fall From my breast you rip my heart and soul Take all you have given for I am already cold Oh my creator what is it I have done That requires the death of our son High on a mountain looking down Prince of evil makes not a sound