Из альбома: Valley Maker
O, let the right one in,
here we find you giving out
the blessed gift. You were dying
on a bed of lies. Here before
you is a compromise.
O, may the right one win.
One was favored; you were
naked and red,
and I was holding right
on to your heel,
always eager
to make you a deal.
O, let the right one in.
Now you've come home
always with a hunter's scent;
let me trade you
for a pot of stew- let me trade you
for the right to lose.
O silent mother in the back room...
now listen close
to what she tells you:
Go, change your skin,
she will prepare your food.
Isaac's got his eyes rolled back in his head.
The smell of my son,
it is a good smell.
The voice is strange,
but these hands I have felt.
Take my name,
you shall take my wealth.
I put your brother right
under your heel.
I ran, I couldn't beat it.
I grew fat off my deceiving,
until I was maimed
by a meeting with an angel
in a hotel. Now my brother's running
and he's mad as hell.
I made it, couldn't keep it:
eye contact with our defeated
brother from a foreign land.
Oh servant of the Lord,
do you understand?
A brand new name
for a brand new man.
A brand new name
for the same old land.