What beautiful, splendid flowers— Innocent, clean, pure, the flowers’ colour I’ve never felt such wonderful peace Who is the keeper of this paradise? This flower’s red is true red An effulgent flower’s sweet scent Anger, hate and sorrow— I don’t feel them Time, noise and air Fade away The flowers of a bloody, unknown legend bloom The darkest children Know nothing, think nothing, realize nothing— Living in the darkness Flowers redden with the blood of the children Flowers twinkle with the eyes of the children Flowers smell of the souls of the children Flowers paradise the bed of the children Children’s voices from limbo Riding on the breeze Will tell you The bloody legend