The divine call once more
See my heart wage its war
Freedom falls from every face
As we fall from our grace
Steps falling on the snow
Never will touch never will know
Of virtue lost in truth
Defeated below
Cold and sick inside
Tainted is the lie
The lies and the lied d
Forgive me
As my troubled face
Leaves that darkening trace
History sleeping in its place
Dreams run to escape
The fatal ruin of my wake
Faltering beneath your skies
Your river piercing me as I
Wash my hands
Of all my best laid plans
(Sarajevo)
