Oh the morning spent dreamlike
eyes fall asleep and steady breathes, pressed from chest
We'll be dressed and see swollen air
and look to the west, what colors glow there
air, where bells and swells and storms gather
there, our children and our fathers
oooommmmm
and the [unintelligible]
On the ground the patterns of the cities that fall around us
blown to pieces, [rushing to the skies where battle trees]?