Pure white and white, pure white waters
won't wash you out this time
Your angel is looking for you (holding) a candle
Get out in order to find you a black butterfly
The knives are sleeping on the mountains 1
and the black butterfly wakes them up.
The grim reaper gives his kiss elsewhere
and the black butterfly is calling him
Which desire did you see being kept secret
and you are flying way too close to the light.
They burn incense and the skies are crying
and the night won't find you alive
Pure white and white, pure white waters
won't wash you out this time
your angel lights three fires
get out, black butterfly, get out
1. he means the rebels who find shelter on the mountains and are armed