Her skin is silk
Sky blue, white
She's the Sun
She's the bird
Waiting

Will someone come
To claim her soul
No one comes
No one comes
Forgive

They say that the elders know
But wisdom has left this earth
We must run from this time

There is a smell
Of blood and fire in the horizon

Her wrinkles are aching
Her bones are aching
They wash her body
In rivers of Regret

The storm is coming
Omens from the woods
Children’s screams
They do not have faces

Leave!

They say rest in peace
They say we are in the same boat
They say salvation is coming
They are lying

We all lie
Till we believe
Forgive us, mother
For we have sinned

We all lie
Till we believe
Forgive us, mother
For we have sinned