Master, the sand still holds The weight of the stone that was never thrown. I saw the anger held back in their eyes, The fire came, but You held it at bay. I was death, I was the end. I was the guilty one in that square. But through a silence in the sermon, I was clothed in grace. There is no price for what You’ve done; No law can pay for a life. Would You accept me as Your servant, Let me settle my debt with You? What shall I do, Lord, with this time That Justice did not take away? Let me follow in Your footsteps, My life is all that remains. Lapidita, lapidita, No ostracione, no ostracione. Lapidita, lapidita, No abandone, no abandone. Master! The sound is ancient, the burden is heavy... I feel both freedom and pain. You say I am free, but the voices Still call me by my past mistakes, Lord. What does this truth command of me? Shall I serve within Your house? Or must I fight the memories So the past will fade away? Lapidare, lapidare, Non ostracismus, non ostracismus. Lapidare, lapidare, Non abandonare, non abandonare. Now that you understand that you are free And I do not want your service, but your life: Repeat with me what forgiveness has taught you. The debt is paid, the story is fulfilled. Absolūta ā lapidatiōne. I am free from condemnation. Nōn sum exsílium, nōn sum exsílium. I won't live under the weight of my past mistakes, I won't live under the weight of my past mistakes. Nōn dēlinquam. I will not abandon the path, I will not fall into temptation. Neither do I condemn you; go now, and sin no more. Absolūta ā lapidatiōne, absolūta ā lapidatiōne, Nōn sum exsílium, nōn sum exsílium. Absolūta ā lapidatiōne, absolūta ā lapidatiōne, Nōn dēlinquam, nōn dēlinquam.