For Doves we called Crows
Drums, drums, drums and noise
A white cloth is nowhere to be seen
Swords, swords, swords and screams
A red cloth is wrapped around everyone
Silence, silence, silence and cries
The thread of death is lurking nearby
Crows, crows, crows and doves
Peace is miles and miles away
Drums, drums, drums and noise
A figure in veil is enjoying behind the curtain
Swords, swords, swords and screams
Voices are slowly vanishing being one with the wind
Silence, silence, silence and cries
A heavy shield scatters into pieces
Crows, crows, crows and doves
there´s finally a white cloth yet,
the red cloth doesn´t fade.
By Shi
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