Calling Ruby (Last Letter To The First Lady Of Jesus Christ)
I placed my hand on little fidget Jewess in the pure white snow Uniform on which talent draw a skull gave shelter from the cold
But it was really not the same without you, you know I think I'm just about done... all I got I gave back fourfold
All deeds for the right cause are followed with forty silenced years After that is said nothing worth repeating here
What starts today with his cheap trick attracting mortal fears Will lead to grand re-opening... of thousand Treblinkas
And Ruby speaks through me; she says truth cannot be measured It does or does not exist like you; as far as I'm considered Though loved no colours said, they should be treasured Which I found irrelevant and so unpleasant
But nothing changes
The shape of cross will still cause fear and loss of sanity Little knowledge is still evil and leaves us astounded with unexpected
Moments of confusion, mass realisation of the vanities When eyes open, promises shatter, air fills with ashes... of thousand Treblinkas
For Ruby speaks so I could spend my silenced forty years Express no feelings and just pray none urges talk to me This one goes among the fights one just cannot win It's all in timing; all now on depends of our lonesome heroine
We have room for one more Send her my regards
Do you remember Babylon? How I came back to the war By then it had gone cold And the wind tore off your cloak
Ruby you wore it for the world And deep in your fiery heart You yearned to reborn I told you it would hurt