The darkest days they lie before us The world, a monster coming back to eat her master Remember when we bathed with candles The granite eyes of Horus Danced about our naked mantles This cross, which cross Which cross is the one This cross, which cross? You‘ll hang the witches from? A mother screams, a child answers Her flesh is ripped apart and dashed upon the flagstones A father cries, a soldier dances Streets of fire, raped bodies piled among the ashes Which son, which son, Which son is the one? Is this son the one you waste your kingdom on? The seven songs of spring A dish to set before the king The solemn secret signs For those who died before their time The fallen king is found His mouth is gagged his hands are bound The seven fiddlers play for those Who won‘t survive this day A mother screams Which son is the one?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
