Pubs & Clubs Live at The Place - Il Panorama di Betlemme

A man wounded in the back
Crawls along the sand
And feels the earth calling
Feels the night coming
And he says Lord, I beg you
Let me breathe
Let me rest a little
Before I have to die
And he says Lord, do you see
This pesky fly
That is buzzing on my back
And still hasn’t landed

A man lying on the ground
In a border land
Looks at the riverbank
That slowly turns black
And he says it wasn’t my intention
To steal the tree of bread
But I'm not the kind of man
Who surrenders without a shot
And now give me back my ranks
Return command to me
While this fly keeps buzzing
As I bleed out

And meanwhile the shadows stretch
And hide the flat land
The armies rest
At the end of the day
And the man who is dying
Tries to take off his boots
And he says Lord, flies
Shouldn’t have wings
And he says Lord, do you see
The landscape of Bethlehem
This sky without shelter
This curtain of flames

Unfortunately still very relevant