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A boy so young, upon the gallows

Gazes down like a saint

From the church of children's cries

The awaited one anticipates

Issued from her mouth a further request

The sons of Adam put to death

A voice is heard

Echoes from a hollow soul

A golden word

Wrapped in books of skin and blood

From harmony leaps a vision of your guilt

And treachery

Smiles oh so very sweet

The last whisper from a dying heart

Limps away through the night

Chased by angels falling through the sky

As the snow, oh what a sight

This closing river takes all away

Daughters of Eve slowly fade

Given the word and the movement will begin

If it's unheard, the message must be sent

So slowly now, like the early morning bloom

And this is how the perishing will come