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On a desert where the sun dried the ocean of tears

I've med millions of shadows

Hungry eyes drinking of my sweat and blood

Motionless children whose eyes never smiled

opened their dumb mouths

to drink mother's spittle and own feces eat

In the north the holy bells toll

In the north the golden bells toll

God's messenger raised a golden chalice to his mouth

The mob of believers made sacrifice

So he told them: "Go in piece now!"

Surrounded by pomp priests about heaven dream

And on the earth, having no hopes millions of shadows

Hungry thirsty eyes faded away that night