In the born of a hundred open grave In all the simple of mades I dove in the mist of the distant dove Undone the encouraging way Day transpired like never But the dove on always stay But why must be all undying ever Why must be given to hate Don't did out the precious ways Repent to God God blesses when you are repent Now in the sky Day transpired like never But the dove on always stay But why must be all undying ever Why must be given to hate Day transpired like never But the dove on always stay But why must be all undying ever Why must be given to hate Don't given to hate On distant oaks The dove on distant oaks