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O, let the right one in,here we find you giving outthe blessed gift. You were dyingon a bed of lies. Here beforeyou is a compromise.O, may the right one win.One was favored; you werenaked and red,and I was holding right on to your heel,always eagerto make you a deal.O, let the right one in.Now you've come homealways with a hunter's scent;let me trade youfor a pot of stew- let me trade youfor the right to lose.SongtexteO silent mother in the back room...now listen closeto what she tells you:Go, change your skin,she will prepare your food.Isaac's got his eyes rolled back in his head. The smell of my son,it is a good smell.The voice is strange,but these hands I have felt.Take my name,you shall take my wealth.I put your brother rightunder your heel.I ran, I couldn't beat it.I grew fat off my deceiving,until I was maimedby a meeting with an angelin a hotel. Now my brother's running and he's mad as hell.I made it, couldn't keep it:eye contact with our defeatedbrother from a foreign land.Oh servant of the Lord,do you understand?A brand new namefor a brand new man.A brand new namefor the same old land. Aus Songtexte Mania