CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Movement VIII: Benediction

We are a world
Growing dark with dying flashes
While the moon is crying
Full of unfamiliar music

With some heaven
Between God & Prayer
I watch
For here the light
No longer follows

I see the new ghosts
Lost in the innocence
Of their mission

On an Earth that is burning
Who will be there

Angel of death
In the moon of the red grass
Surrender your shroud