They struck me down with one harsh word (Remix) (Remastered) (Remix)

[Male Singer] They struck me down with one harsh word Karma, Said: “Here’s your fate, no place to run. Your soul is chained to ancient drama, Debts passed on from lives long gone.” They claimed I once was wild, a sinner, Who laughed and lied and ran from dues. Now I must pay — though I'm the cleaner — For sins I never even knew. But I don’t know that past existence, What name I wore or face I had. Still voices preach with such persistence: "You’ve yet to pay for all that bad." No place to hide, not in the forest, No blanket shields me from this weight. The bill is due — not mine, but someone’s — Yet I must stand and face their fate. I fought, I screamed, denied the story, Then sighed, gave in, and made my peace: “If he once fell from grace and glory, I’ll break the chain and sow release.” So when the time comes for another To pay the debt that once was mine, They’ll find the grace of kinder choices And breathe a lighter, warmer sky.