Escape To The Arms Of Lord

Silent tear dropped
In morbid pupil it shined
A mourning mother cried
Her child lied on her arms

Floating.... Floating
Would it be better to crawl

In a corner, a sad shadowy form

Echoes a moom deep in the soul
Darkness thicken the mist babbles
In the somber night that coldly comes

Crawl.... Crawl
Would it be better to know how to fly

A deep moom out of the chest
Tears cutting the face
What is God, this dark mistery
That with his power, damned the world?