On a desert where the sun dried the ocean of tears I've med millions of shadows Hungry eyes drinking of my sweat and blood
Motionless children whose eyes never smiled opened their dumb mouths to drink mother's spittle and own feces eat
In the north the holy bells toll In the north the golden bells toll
God's messenger raised a golden chalice to his mouth The mob of believers made sacrifice So he told them: "Go in piece now!"
Surrounded by pomp priests about heaven dream And on the earth, having no hopes millions of shadows Hungry thirsty eyes faded away that nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
