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

On witch side of stains
Face and mouth should I put
Palms of hands
Blood plasmas

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

Nor I know them
Neither they know for blemish or evil
Cause I was bareheaded hush up
Vulgary concealed
Under the blue hand of drummer
Untouched verses
Stolen world 

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