Some proclaimed it was the seventh gate
Some forebode it was the heaven’s wake
Yet in the end it was us
All along

In the nest of ten thousand cranes
At long last we smothered the flame
Though not in the advent of the long aspired calm

The trees still stand so tall
Reddened corpses that breathe no more
songless headstone for the fallen
For the proud

Burn
 [bad word] you – burn
And bring back what was taken
It was taken twice

Behold the brand
The mark of plague
Our savior of molten flesh
Paint the clouds with darkness

My song it echoes
wordless plea of pain
After a moment of eternity
It slowly falters and fades away