The birds love in the shade
Sweet smiles the night
All creations slept and smiled
...never will it be!
Give me light, give me pride, beam on me
Away the vapour flew
Shining beams of love
Sweet dreams, pleasent beams
But I'm bereaved of light
Give me light, give me pride, beam on me
Angels in the sky, the give me light
They beam forth brightness on a darkened world
A holy angel, he guards my bed
Reach me your mighty hand!
I can't choose but grief destroy
The birds in the shade
Sweet smiles the night
All creations slept and smiled
...never will it be!
I gave my heart away
Weeping tears on infant's tear
Sweet dreams form a shade
Happy silent moony beams!
The last bird from a scattered flock
seeks shelter in a tree
alone amongst the lonely woods
he will cry when noone hears
he will fall when noone cares
palls of grief hanging in the clouds
what must go wrong, so that we see
there's not enough to make us stop
we are the devils of a dying land
what evil spirit holds us here
we wear a careless mask
making friends with death
we are devils of a dying land
mankind took all nature's pride
mercy out of sight
demons dark around us swarm
forests' last time
the short last sound of singing birds
we don't know what it means
will we ever know?
a world where iron shells
can kill men's blood
a world of emptiness,
a dying land
