Jaqueline Songtext
von Achim Petry

We′ve tried the herbs, the herbs won't do
We′ve tried the youngest lamb and the cattle too
Crops are bad and the rains are far away
The Gods are only waiting for us to obey
Working it's skin 'til it′s torn
Burning it′s flesh to the bone Hammers and nails
Hard times are coming to an end
Dark winds will leave, good winds will mend
The Gods will hear our dance as the ropes are tied
The soil will spawn in return for our sacrifice