Hands As Their Wings کے بول

So silent, I see, oh so silent I see the procession so black, oh so dark, so dark silent I see the procession of sorrow, hands as their wings, shielding are the hands shielding the eyes are the wings the eyes of sorrow, hans as wings in front of the black veil. I see the procession westbound silently gliding westbound the procession of widows so dark so dark the young widows whose hands as wings shielding their eyes hands as wings of the widows. Quietly I hear the song of sorrow, I hear the song so bitter humming of the frozen widow, I fell the pain, the grief of death I see the dark sky, the horizon burning I see I hear the chilling call in the wind the cold call of war, the cold call of war, the cold call of war.