A keresés eredménye oldal 2

Church

I am a church without crosses
I fly, my arms outstretched
Along the sleepy shores
Of petrified torment
I am faith without reason
I am truth without a beginning
You hear how it cries -
The soul amongst the aspen trees
 
I am a bird without a sky
I am a stone echo
of half-forgotten places
A sad omen
The midnight moon
Bandages my wounds
And grey mist
bathes the church domes
 
I am a church without crosses
I flow for eternity into the ground
I heed words of the departed
And the singing winds
I am memory without goodness
I am knowledge without aspiration
A cooled down star
of missing generations
 
It is dark in my soul
Tattoos of betrayal
Broken glass
Ravaged walls
Tomorrow I will die
A rain of rest will fall
And I exit from memory
Exploding above the river