I ‘m sending a letter to my dead friend
In the country of ruptured smiles
I Drop the Holy Grail to eyes of
The world

In the coldness of spring
With my 11 fingers

It always starts like that
Fields of death…
Landscape of some nuclear war 

What was I searching for
In the gallery of deception
Ripping pages of completly
Quiet madness
And kissed your scars
In the bloody tavern I’ll wait
For the girl with grey eyes

Archibishop dropped to look around
Mistakes into bonfire to put
Violence built on water