Prison Labor - ATLUS Sound Team

Well I'm not known for my spiritual ways I'm known by the sweat of my brow My back is strong I was born to contend With the land by the blade of a plow Cursed is the land from beginning to end Blessed is the man who'll not yield For God takes pleasure in those who pursue Him in the midst of their field Through blood and marrow Dust and rain I hear heaven calling my name Of sorrow, I am not afraid I was not born to labor in vain I have the rhythm of John Henry's hammer Pulsing like fire through my veins I'll never regret any days of my labor This freedom that some think are chains So I'll sink my hands down into the soil Plant seeds for bread and for wine And I'll sing a song for my wife and my children When I come home every night Through blood and marrow Dust and rain I hear heaven calling my name Of sorrow, I am not afraid I was not born to labor in vain Despite my attempts To avoid this affliction I've failed to resist this earthly thorn It turns like a screw into all my revelation Twisting my sinew and bone So I'll drag my leg slowly behind me Through fields that will always be stained It's true that I've lost ones I love In the meantime, I will not labor in vain Through blood and marrow Dust and rain I hear heaven calling my name Of sorrow, I am not afraid I was not born to labor in vain I hear heaven calling my name Of sorrow, I am not afraid I was not born to labor in vain

We are watching, We are waiting, We are gaining power. It was you who created us And now you need to die.