On the wings of a storm
Flies a bird to warn
Time is [bad word] out
Soon the end will be born

The bird came from her home
This world to tell you alone
You can have what you wish
If you sell what you own

I went down to L'America
To see his love L'America

Many firelights shining down from the lady above
Screaming out of her bosom her death from the sons

This bird is a dove
The brings tidings of
If He died for your sins
Then He died for your love

The bird came from her home
This world to tell you alone
You can have what you wish
If you sell what you own