Lyrics
Michael, put up your sword,
Know I love you for your anger;
But now I give you your hardest ever task:
Sit down.
You are desperate to know
How I can say, "Stand by idle,"
While the husband is killed by the bride;
You trust me to tell you the truth,
I tell you there's no other way
And I've tried.
My brightest, stay here,
I'll hold you back if I have to.
You know I'm not heartless,
So trust me in this:
It's breaking my heart.
You will hear it.
Gabriel, put down your fire;
This garden can't burn tonight,
You know that.
But I see how your eyes want more than to
Watch him.
You are desperate to serve
At my wish, you sang for his birth,
Now be silent: I lift up my work.
Watch my son hold the arm of his friend
In the so-quiet strength of regret.
From him you can learn.
Do this for me,
And I beg you,
Gabriel, Michael,
Hold my own arm.
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