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When the roses are torn from their branches

And the blooms hide their beauty in shame

White lilies run dry without water

And freeze under moons on the wane.

When the fruits from the wombs of their mothers

Torn lifeless in autumn's cold haze

With eyes already sealed before the first view

Would break through the dawn like a blaze.

Behold - I will send you

As sheep in the midst of wolves.

Beware - of false prophets

Who look like sheep but are ravenous wolves.

Like wolves among sheep.

Then the heavens we chase lie in ashes

And our hearts are of poison and lead

Then sweet dreams that once slumbered in clover

Become hags in the crypts of the dead.

And far east an angel is weeping

In midnight's gruesome dusky arm

And behind these veils of black velvet

Another maiden is loosing her charm.