Hymn for the Fallen

01.07.2005

My attends to you
As a mother hears while her children sleep
Now look, see how they´re dreaming
the black reciteries while the children dream

Don´t go so deep in slumber
where you'll sham know you'll wander in sleep
Don´t you fly too far away...
Some men die without crying
Suffering so long, and alone

Softly children, dry your eyes
Gently children, be wise
my attends to you
as a mother hears all her children´s fears

So don´t cry
All will wash away
When we pray

soon
soon
soon
soon
soon

So, if it´s ok
I wait with you while
the sun begins to shine...
Oh look, your wings are broken
but never a lie was spoken
the murdered thing is love you see
drifting on a lake of memory...
close your eyes, and have no fear
a wide blue sky is very near

soon
soon
soon
soon

Sleep...