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.