Gönderen : MORVEÖTESİ1995

We fell in love, with dust in our lids
And the pain of a severed soul

We lowered our heads and lifted our face
Placed our bodies in celebration


On the lips of a mutilated man
I carry the bones of a deformed child

And my own polluted breath
I speak the old man's words

In a persuasive eloquence
Bless the dust that hides

This unlamented head
On the crest of fire, our wings are burning

How glorious the pain
And the ways of God, shriek out of tune

All is lost but hope
On the crest of fire



Our wings are burning
To the wind's anthem

All is lost but hope...