Torches in the wilderness of dry land are going out

natural warning echoes lit harbors addressing pounding

old needle life shuffling toward the western twilight clash

torches in the wilderness of dry land are going out

torches in the wilderness of dry land are going out

torches in the wilderness of dry land are going out



Sun ... and it seems to paint a rainbow dissuade

howling moon mystery that should not exist

and write down the complete lack of souls

I like ... and you also netted in the powerlessness

kept packing grief and tears

chanting prayers in distress

Sobs ... a boy hiding in fear of obsolescence

but this time failed to sob her grief echoed without the sky

memasung helping human liver, heart to greet the prisoners

language of the soul in the room upside down abattoir

brother ...

ocean of tears not enough of this beloved country

tuntaskah not wash the blood of this beloved country

brother ...

Enough of this doom

believe the chaos and wars do not deliver anything

happiness and peace is also stored there

There is a gaping grief

There was weeping without lagit

and, -

rest assured that the violence is the mother

from the mother of all mothers

dumb