Walking down a road so lost
Cold mornings of warm august
Shimmering trees in sorrow
Screaming there is no tomorrowLost individuals in time's depth
Marked faces, painted with death
Children running in the dust
Ringing bells of schools in duskA secret plan on an eagles desk
A soaring kiji drenched in blood
Scorching light and blinding gaze
A thousand homes burried in flamesSomething had happened to a city of thousands
The eagle had dropped his egg, little boy
The child ate an entire city
Replenishing it's thirst for blood, the agonyThe flames raged from place to place
Leaving nothing behind but ash
A child stood on the doorway
As he felt his skin stripped and burnt awayThe eagle had quenched his thirst
The pearl he lost, was now avenged
The cunning kiji was brought to justice
But how greedy was the eagles lustThe eagle is proud on the kiji's crest
Nothing remains of the kiji's nest
All just a pile of ash, one would say best
The child who once stood at the doorway, is now deadAfter years I'm still here
Walking down the same morning
Those screams still haunt me
As I walk down, lonelyAfter years, I am walking on the same day
The time has stopped on 6th august, Monday.
As I see people, lives, time go endlessly
I'll always be stuck the day i died for eternity.