The white horse’s name
Is one of many ways
For the poor wish of love
And the red frame with god

The beautiful sea
With people dying
At the expense of pain
And the greed for shame

What can possibly become
Of the cycle that surrounds our name
As death take us home
And fame passed in the brain

Oh mother of all
Can you smell that dying light
Can you taste the flowering eyes
Or touch upon that sacred hand

Help these poor souls
Who has lost the sight of the other side
Maybe soon you will come for them
And bring them to a newer light

Or to that creature of chaos
And the laughter we heard
Was not merely a point of pleasure
But a declaration of truth

And let that river
Flow to the north
Guided by that force
That takes the words...

In eternity we searched
For the love that has been lost
To forget the past
And missed the real act
Of a lifetime with blood
and silence, without us