Ceremony Of Innocents (Euthanasia)

Where are your graves? You cannot hear a bird´s song. Innocent lives witnesses of disaster. Forgotten names what have become of them? In wild river never can they awake. Penetrating flames, they´re calling to myself God sees it from afar, but leaves it till the end. If I could drive away these clouds by my strong breath, you wouldn´t have to wait for salvation and empty future I knew the gorgeous woods and valleys scents of flowers and trees, now you are living in Lakeland and dying days.