beyond the golden mist in the sky
through those souls dark and white
drifting in the unknown
bleeding tears in the night
through the dawn
as a mother sleeps again
till the red rock kisses the hollowness
making the flowers bloom
there's a light in this emptiness
full of noise in this gloom
a lonely home in the infinite darkness
where the children play
young and old
here the corpses lay
no tongue and cold
born, burnt and sold
brothers and sisters
enemy and the friend
in those whispers
hearing about the end
and mother weeps silently
as the sky sheds golden tears
what gods do they pray to
when there is nothing out there
and everything here
is withering