Now rain falls from the clouds,
sweeps away the dust from the earth,
and in the forests lies a blessing,
unsaid with no words.
A calm settles,
breathes life into your mind,
and the longing, it comes again,
No, it hasn't been burned up for a long time.
And anew the rain runs dry,
the heart, battlescarred from combat
will survive,
and from black, red will come once again,
once again red, once again red,
once again red, once again red...
A tear runs from your eye
that bathes rage in silence.
Maggots dig dark tunnels
through your hate-infested belly.
Where once butterflies stung,
now wings beat loudly
up to the oh so strong heart,
and longing shines forth again.
And anew the rain runs dry,
the heart, battlescarred from combat
will survive,
and from black, red will come once again,
once again red, once again red,
once again red, once again red...
And anew the rain runs dry,
the heart, battlescarred from combat
will survive,
and from black, red will come once again,
once again red, once again red,
once again red, once again red...