Far from any road in the golden sands There lays a man with blood upon his hands He tried to grow new wings 'cause old were broken He was an angel who wanted to fly again But he was fallen
Afters years as slavery he came to the small town There lived vicious people they've made an evil crowd The crowd was loud, it couldn't stop talking He wanted a silence so he burned them to the ground The ground was holy
It was a slaughter and the preacher went out of his house He whispered in horror: \"what's wrong with all of us?\" And man said: \"no one can live without a war Even if you're mortal or just one of those Who heard your \"Omens\" \"
Far from any road in the golden sands There lays a man who lost everything he had He tried to wash his sins, become something He closed his eyes pretending who he wanted to be But he saw nothing