A boy so young, upon the gallows
Gazes down like a saint
From a 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
