You are the blacksmith You bend your metal and fire How could you make a blade that cuts so deep? And when The blaming fingers point You'll say it wasn't the blade But the man who drove it through that heart Like the surgeon You will cut them open Without a thought of humanity at all I'll say You are brutal And you don't know What harm you could have done To your fellow man He's not looking well Your brother's here Your brother's here They'll hang him high Close your eyes How could this Have become? It won't be long It won't be long Call to Jesus, will he help to drag him down? At all