Из альбома: Tenebrae
The dirt road I come from
A storm from the past
Dust twirls in cyclone curls
And lays me on the grass
Steady as a heartbeat
And as fleeting as a wave
I break crest on newborn shores
From everlasting graves
I walk the seams
Of night and day
Amidst tears of all unknown
Please and face night fall cause
In the darkness light is shown
Ohh no
Ohh no
Ohh yeah
Mama, be not afraid
Ohh no
Ohh no
Ohh yeah
Mama, be not afraid
Sticky hands and crooked hearts have
Scattered all your things
And read you lines form wicked poems
That empty searching brings
With my hands I'll feed you bread
They'll complain it's just toast
They search the trees for spirit
And then claim they saw a ghost
Well they'll try to sell you happiness
And they'll sell it to you for a fee
I can sell you everything
I'll just sell it to you free
Ohh no
Ohh no
Ohh right
Mama, be not afraid
Yeah
Ohh no
Ohh no
Ohh right
Mama be not afraid
When poets breathe indifference
When a singer loses breath
WHen polititicans rid their lands
And retire for their rest
Eyes of heads of relevance cast their
Shadows on your hands
And draw their inspiration
Off the backs of younger men
Yeah, I can tell you something
From the gray we must choose
If you don't learn how to give your life
There's no life for you to lose
Ohh no
Ohh no
Oooh
Mama, be not afraid
Ohh no
Ohh no
Ohh right
Mama, be not afraid