Ceremony Of Innocents

Where are your graves? You cannot hear a bird´s song.

Innocent lives witnesses of disaster.

Forgotten names what have become of them?

In wild river never can they awake.

Penetrating flames, they´re calling to myself

God sees it from afar, but leaves it till the end.

If I could drive away these clouds by my strong breath,

you wouldn´t have to wait for salvation and empty future

I knew the gorgeous woods and valleys scents of flowers and trees,

now you are living in Lakeland and dying days.