Hey, mother, tell me when
we'll be embracing the shapes of sand
hey, father, tell me then
about the origins of the end
Hey, mother of That Hour
if we're fading like a flower
what's the point of consciousness
in a world of sin and mess?

Hey, sister, sing me softly
a prayer for all those we miss
hey, brother, is blood filthy
through the strange veins of the abyss?
Hey, mother of That Hour,
if we don't throw back a flower
from the Garden of Heaven
our loss is unforgiven.

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We were born
in the Valley of the Storm
'cause our smallest right
feeds our longest fight
and this makes clouds wanna cry
When we'll die
there'll be lightnings in the sky
'cause our deepest stream
feeds our highest dream
and I know we'll find out why