[Intro – Nasheed, Italian] È venuto, ha guarito i malati, ha ridato la vista ai ciechi, l’umanità lo ha crocifisso, ha portato il nostro dolore, ci ha perdonati. [Style note: Italian nasheed, meditative, ethereal, calm, slow tempo, soft traditional Berber instruments, uplifting and spiritual. Nasheed vocals should be melodic and meditative.] [Verse 1 – English rap, narrative, historical, storytelling about Jesus and the apostles, emotional, rhythmic] He walked among the broken, became the torch in the dark, He had a crew, the Word and twelve Jews, he told them to preach in His name, but to them He promised only persecution, death, and pain, but they did it all the same — eleven were stoned, skinned alive, some crucified. They knew their faith but preached until they died. Men of the Cross were eaten by lions, butchered by Colosseum champions, to the sound of cheers in stadiums from Rome to Babylon, but they couldn't stop the story of the Man from the twelve tribes: crucified, died, and rised. [Style note: English rap, narrative, historical storytelling, emotional, rhythmic, cinematic flow.] [Verse 2 – Aramaic spoken] Abba, shob lan l-khata'ayn, d'la yed'enun ma yasun. [Style note: Spoken Aramaic, as if Jesus is saying it with pain and sorrow in His voice, slow, expressive, dramatic, emotional delivery. Highlight anguish and sincerity.] [Verse 3 – English rap, introspective, philosophical, reflective on faith and human struggle, modern flow] If He took the pain in vain, it's up to you, if you fed the devil, you deny the truth, the light or the dark soulless blues. We all got demons — neglect them, don’t breed them. In the end, we don't know much, we are all just like children. You wanna gamble, claim there’s no hell, no heaven? Throw the dice — my lucky number is 27. He walked among the broken and the poor, stripped to the core. They called His woman, His friend, a whore. I don't know the truth; it’s about belief, find peace. People could disown Him and stay alive, but they chose death rather than live a lie. The martyrs showed the way; for their faith they had to pay, but they did it anyway. What did they know that you don’t? Faith is love, I guess, not a hunt. The mind is free — believe what you want, just be good. Mercy doesn’t have to be heaven-sent. [Style note: English rap, introspective, philosophical, modern flow, reflective on faith and human struggle, articulate, emotional, cinematic.] [Outro – Nasheed, Italian, fading] È venuto, ha guarito i malati, ha ridato la vista ai ciechi, l’umanità lo ha crocifisso, ha portato il nostro dolore, ci ha perdonati. [Style note: Italian nasheed, fade out, meditative, calm, ethereal, spiritual, match intro style, soft instrumentation.]
