作词 : Pep Love 作曲 : Pep Love This is a terrific tale Of fiction and fact Depiction and confliction, back When your religion was original Didn't you know There was a shepherd He had three sons A herd of dirty sheep He protected three hundred acres His land spanned wide His sons divided three ways The night that man died The eldest felt this Opportunity to rise While the one in the middle still cried The little one held his father's staff HIGH Cursed the sky, kissed the ground Shouted loud as he could "The world is mine!" Drew a line Told his brothers to never cross And they did the same Not even knowing what it cost them [Chorus] Days are years Years millennia Here's what your religion is Gimme yours, gimme his Division is wide Trinity's lost and blind I wanna find it It remind of what a penny cost [Verse two] The sons of the shepherd Separated the flock Every day that they watched them graze They started to plot Against one another And since the younger brother Dispensed with brotherly bond And he responded swift Speedily immediately he would lift One of the other brother's sheep If ever the stray they would drift And give a gift to his self Thinking of ruling the tribes He would connive To ruin the lives Of his own blood As his plot increased The eldest grew suspicious And learned not to sleep The second son turned to god and asked "Why my brothers defy my fathers wish And it shouldn't be like this" But learned that's how it is Hell bound When he found his older brother drowned In a well down below the pasture Blow the horns in Zion And warned them of the lion to come [Chorus x2] At any cost To be the boss The youngest would pay His brother learned With his brothers death And then turned To his heart To see if any love was left Grabbed his staff Gathered the flock And covered his chest With steel mesh And searched the stretch of the land Prayed to find his little brother So he could remind him That the shepherd Shields the sheep from the leopard And charged with this duty Never kills to eat When he told him this His reply was that "My father has died, And his land is divided There's not enough for us, So it is a must That I make you suffer Just because" [Chorus] And that day The brotherhood between the three brothers No longer existed And their story lives By themselves Days are years Years millennia Here's what your religion is Gimme yours, gimme his Division is wide Trinity's lost and blind I wanna find it It remind of what a penny cost
作词 : Pep Love 作曲 : Pep Love This is a terrific tale Of fiction and fact Depiction and confliction, back When your religion was original Didn't you know There was a shepherd He had three sons A herd of dirty sheep He protected three hundred acres His land spanned wide His sons divided three ways The night that man died The eldest felt this Opportunity to rise While the one in the middle still cried The little one held his father's staff HIGH Cursed the sky, kissed the ground Shouted loud as he could "The world is mine!" Drew a line Told his brothers to never cross And they did the same Not even knowing what it cost them [Chorus] Days are years Years millennia Here's what your religion is Gimme yours, gimme his Division is wide Trinity's lost and blind I wanna find it It remind of what a penny cost [Verse two] The sons of the shepherd Separated the flock Every day that they watched them graze They started to plot Against one another And since the younger brother Dispensed with brotherly bond And he responded swift Speedily immediately he would lift One of the other brother's sheep If ever the stray they would drift And give a gift to his self Thinking of ruling the tribes He would connive To ruin the lives Of his own blood As his plot increased The eldest grew suspicious And learned not to sleep The second son turned to god and asked "Why my brothers defy my fathers wish And it shouldn't be like this" But learned that's how it is Hell bound When he found his older brother drowned In a well down below the pasture Blow the horns in Zion And warned them of the lion to come [Chorus x2] At any cost To be the boss The youngest would pay His brother learned With his brothers death And then turned To his heart To see if any love was left Grabbed his staff Gathered the flock And covered his chest With steel mesh And searched the stretch of the land Prayed to find his little brother So he could remind him That the shepherd Shields the sheep from the leopard And charged with this duty Never kills to eat When he told him this His reply was that "My father has died, And his land is divided There's not enough for us, So it is a must That I make you suffer Just because" [Chorus] And that day The brotherhood between the three brothers No longer existed And their story lives By themselves Days are years Years millennia Here's what your religion is Gimme yours, gimme his Division is wide Trinity's lost and blind I wanna find it It remind of what a penny cost
