When the sour paints our flowers black
And whispers take over our songs
See the love and laughter at jokes
In the presence of smiling smoke
When the whole world turns around
Save the children from dreams

Smother the spirit with silence
Cover the senses with grey
Innocence shielded by violence
Whisper the serpent away
Ora, labora, morere

And you wake up that very last morning
In a land where nobody flies
In a field where black roses whisper
And jesters encourage your cries
Let me take away your dreams
As time stands still, it seems we won't die

Smother the spirit with silence
Cover the senses with grey
Innocence shielded by violence
Whisper the serpent away
Ora, labora, morere

Fading illusions, without absolution, languish in infernal dread
Life buried deep for your own soul to keep

Smother the spirit with silence
Cover the senses with grey
Innocence shielded by violence
Whisper the serpent away
Ora, labora, morere