Somber trees roaring across wide open plains Red guelder smell floating to the sound of singing cranes Hot summer time was in the air. Wooden rakes on harnessed horse I've soaked whetstone and grabbed the reins when I heard menacing hordes were so close
Our Mother – we fly to thy protection Saint, beneath thy tenderness of heart May the light not the blood fill this burning countryside Holy Queen – deliver us from perils
Defenseless were screaming into eternity Their hope died when Jesus fell down in sacristy I took my daughter, hid in wheat, till we reached only safe place We spent that night under the bridge listening as our home burst into flames
Our Mother – we fly to thy protection Saint, beneath thy tenderness of heart May the light not the blood fill this buried countryside Holy Queen – deliver us from perils
A deaf morning has broken, a mournful mist descends Decimated hamlet… All the grace devotion ends I found my woman lying there and my firstborn in a well With blessed scythe below his head and they never let me tell my last farewell
My old trembling hand lights a candle For I know, this blood will never dry Mary, pray for my home… Queen of Martyrs, House of Gold Forget me if I ever forgive themTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
