At God's Hand کے بول

Captives of approaching desolation Upon fallen lands sprinkled with blood Carried away in dreams to the place where god sleeps god devoid of feelings who gives away the souls. How many remain when rage is revolting Without craving for liberation from pain Lost the strength of the unnamed everlasting times Now they are crying before someone in love with the virginity of the entire sky… And echoes of bells Amongst voiceless winds Echoes of bells Stirring up the sleep of the transfixed centuries Wraiths with the names of suffering Before images with dark haloes And echoes of bells Amongst voiceless winds Echoes of bells Stirring up the sleep of the transfixed centuries Wraiths with the names of suffering Before images with dark haloes Step-mother of the new language Smoke from the earth caressed by the dance Of pierced female hands… The hanging orb far from the sky Above which the "merciful" god prays