Paroles de The Miraculous Child

Run trough the fields, take the pitchforks Shield yourself from the wind, from the baleful word Of the time passing by carrying Fear and destruction... gods run with me Thin arms but strong like oxes Take brave warriors underground Their wives locked in their homes harvests in futile prayers Praying for their children unaware of their paths Miraculous child Run run women take away your children Death attend you, stay nearby Ravens on your way lengthen your path The death your companion, is mother of your cry The forks of your land are now gravestones The seeds of your crops are now lost souls Your forks like a crosses, your tears like rain The lives still standing are children of the pain Echo of christian prayers in the wind Left in the memory of the poets children Seek salvation to their god And the wise poet children thanks death that took them Miraculous child