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