Novembre - The White Eyed Lyrics

Naive blind eyes
Childish white eyes
The good child of evil

The mother came to her daughter
Giving her a bit of herself
A bit of her madness
A bit of her blackness

How many were we in the beginning
And how many left?
How many of us are still dying in you?

And now the sun: Again. Oh sun!

Give us dust
Starvation
Give us sweat
Tears

But kneeling, genuflected
We silently pray to you
To free her from her black mother

Seagulls eat the eyes of the people
Seagulls eat the eyes of the dead sailors
You have taught us
You have eaten my eyes mum