Flakes of frozen heaven float to the ground
Each one precious and pure like a child’s dream
The wind whistles a song with a somber sound
As it freezes over the mountains clear stream
The people pray for the sun to heat the lands
As the false saints prey on their faith and love
The faithful sacrifice the blood from their hands
As they plead to their loving gods high above
The wolves in the shrine grin with dripping jaws
As the sheep give up their children with naive trust
Each one in their youth bound to lies and false laws
But soon the doors of the temple shall bend and rust
And the snow shall melt and wash away the ancient lies
And the faithful will be kept dry and safe from the diluge
But the thieves and wolves of the cloth shall suffer and die
As the innocent are freed from poverty and their false refuge.
Elegy's Overture 