Her skin is silk Sky blue, white She's the Sun She's the bird Waiting Will someone come To claim her soul No one comes No one comes Forgive They say that the elders know But wisdom has left this earth We must run from this time There is a smell Of blood and fire in the horizon Her wrinkles are aching Her bones are aching They wash her body In rivers of Regret The storm is coming Omens from the woods Children’s screams They do not have faces Leave! They say rest in peace They say we are in the same boat They say salvation is coming They are lying We all lie Till we believe Forgive us, mother For we have sinned We all lie Till we believe Forgive us, mother For we have sinned