Father left her
Gave her to him
In front of the old tree
Her remains in silence
Her remains still
Remember the bonfire
Burning roofs
Screaming wifes
Painful reddening
Of the clear blackish sky
And they fled
Gathered around the tree
White dress, white flowers
Father gave her
And she never wept
All must die
All must burn
Father left her
But she'd never cry
In the middle of chaos,
The howlings, time has come !
In the middle of suffering,
the howlings, time has come !
