IRC-Galleria

Skywards, the prayers we sent, of no avail
No fear of death will walk among us
Almost too limb to throw the stones
Marching into darkness, bowed down with grief and marked by enslavement

All the prayers we sent, of no avail
They went unheard
Of no avail, the lives we gave

Our weakened legs and tattered shoes will cause no sound on icy streets
Almost too weak to cry out the spell
His servants won't slow down our steps
Blood red will be those streets and burning castles we'll leave

Cursed be the God who was deaf to our prayers

As we died in freedom their machines broke down for a day

Are you still the one I used to know?
Where is the fire in your eyes?
Do you remember all the things we used to share?
Your strong words gave hope to me so many times
But now there's only silence when we meet

These are the darkest of your days, where are your thousand friends?
And who will guide you through the night as all the light went out?

In the darkness of your room, the only moment that you feel free
The solidarity you feel is only solitude you share - solitude you share

This is where they want you to be
Washing all your thoughts and passion
The solidarity that you feel is only solitude you share - solitude you share
Your strong words gave hope to me so many times
But now there's only silence when we meet