Captives of approaching desolation
Upon fallen lands sprinkled with blood
Carried away in dreams to the place where god sleeps
god devoid of feelings who gives away the souls.
How many remain when rage is revolting
Without craving for liberation from pain
Lost the strength of the unnamed everlasting times
Now they are crying before someone in love with the virginity of the entire sky
And echoes of bells
Amongst voiceless winds
Echoes of bells
Stirring up the sleep of the transfixed centuries
Wraiths with the names of suffering
Before images with dark haloes
And echoes of bells
Amongst voiceless winds
Echoes of bells
Stirring up the sleep of the transfixed centuries
Wraiths with the names of suffering
Before images with dark haloes
Step-mother of the new language
Smoke from the earth caressed by the dance
Of pierced female hands
The hanging orb far from the sky
Above which the "merciful" god prays
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Captives of approaching desolation
Upon fallen lands sprinkled with blood
Carried away in dreams to the place where god sleeps
god devoid of feelings who gives away the souls.
How many remain when rage is revolting
Without craving for liberation from pain
Lost the strength of the unnamed everlasting times
Now they are crying before someone in love with the virginity of the entire sky
And echoes of bells
Amongst voiceless winds
Echoes of bells
Stirring up the sleep of the transfixed centuries
Wraiths with the names of suffering
Before images with dark haloes
And echoes of bells
Amongst voiceless winds
Echoes of bells
Stirring up the sleep of the transfixed centuries
Wraiths with the names of suffering
Before images with dark haloes
Step-mother of the new language
Smoke from the earth caressed by the dance
Of pierced female hands
The hanging orb far from the sky
Above which the "merciful" god prays
Upon fallen lands sprinkled with blood
Carried away in dreams to the place where god sleeps
god devoid of feelings who gives away the souls.
How many remain when rage is revolting
Without craving for liberation from pain
Lost the strength of the unnamed everlasting times
Now they are crying before someone in love with the virginity of the entire sky
And echoes of bells
Amongst voiceless winds
Echoes of bells
Stirring up the sleep of the transfixed centuries
Wraiths with the names of suffering
Before images with dark haloes
And echoes of bells
Amongst voiceless winds
Echoes of bells
Stirring up the sleep of the transfixed centuries
Wraiths with the names of suffering
Before images with dark haloes
Step-mother of the new language
Smoke from the earth caressed by the dance
Of pierced female hands
The hanging orb far from the sky
Above which the "merciful" god prays