A sudden touching whisper
A silent blow of life
A sparkle in the darkness
That soon becomes a light
The scale of grey that changes
Between the black and white
The clang of armies battles
Unlike the chime of distant smiles
The wind of history returns
Somebody calls me
Like a voice from distant age
Somebody haunts me
Like a ghost hiding in the shade
A flower in the desert,
The coldness of the stone
The prophets of the devil,
The demons of the church
Why do we have to listen
To the lies of a thousand who*es
Why do we have to follow
The leaders wanting us deaf and blind
The wind of justice never blows
Somebody calls me
Like a voice from distant age
Somebody haunts me
Like a ghost hiding in the shade
Somebody wants me
Not see and believe in lies
Somebody tries to
Make me live for sacrifice