Below the cross Orchestra sings it's hymn, The bells repeat This magic song of pain. He's seen the worst, Whole world abandoned him. Those lost are lost, Thou shall not try to break the chain. The face of mine Was left without changes, He wasn't brave enough To change my face. The bells still tall in hundreds eyes and faces. But sky is deaf, It cannot hear the grace.
The winter came this time as cold as laugh of night, Destructing sin of life, light in your eyes, Bells on the chirches toll, expecting us to die, Tomorrow comes for us with profit of ice.
The rest of light Is dieing with the sunset. The helpless puppet Of Jesus Christ at walls Looks at our side Of world, born in the stalemate Of evil lord And god in our souls. We were just pawns, But having crossed the chessboard Became the sons and doughters Of the king. But endless wars, And blood, and shields, and swords Made us forget our home And cut off our wings.
The winter came this time as cold as laugh of night, Destructing sin of life, light in your eyes, Bells on the chirches toll, expecting us to die, Tomorrow comes for us with profit of ice.
Can't help? No matter. Don't try to hide your feelings. After all, all of us made mistake. For vine or cross... So many deaths and killings. It wasn't choise we were to make. One fights for power, Another fights for belief, But thouse, who have the power Do belive without fight. The parents lost their child, Now they are doomed to live. You are forgiven killer, You can go to the light.