The 3rd long act comes to the end
Mothers are crying in my closed eyes
Vibrate the ropes of souls
Covered in red funeral poolÂ…
The curtain stained with blood
Drops on our gravesÂ…
Mothers are crying!
Mothers are crying!
Mothers are crying in my closed eyes
Mothers are crying!
Mothers are dying!
Mothers are crying in my closed eyesÂ…
A triumph of roses on the velvet lines
The white form, so inert,
Buried under deadsÂ…
I sink the knife in the motherÂ’s heart
And the capes grow scarlet from violetÂ…
Usher invites us to take a place Mothers are crying!
Mothers are crying!
Mothers are crying in my closed eyes
Mothers are crying!
Mothers are crying!
Mothers are dying in my closed eyesÂ…
Usher invites us to take a place StartsÂ…representation
Of collective deathÂ…
After the murder
The heads are rolling down
On soft pillows
Slacked with bloodÂ…
Petals of mother stand uncovered
Â…the hall is now so coldÂ…
Â…the hall is now so coldÂ…
Â…the hall is now so coldÂ…