The 3rd long act comes to the end
Mothers are crying in my closed eyes
Vibrate the ropes of souls
Covered in red funeral pool…
The curtain stained with blood
Drops on our graves…
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 eyes…
A triumph of roses on the velvet lines
The white form, so inert,
Buried under deads…
I sink the knife in the mother's heart
And the capes grow scarlet from violet…
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 eyes…
Usher invites us to take a place Starts…representation
Of collective death…
After the murder
The heads are rolling down
On soft pillows
Slacked with blood…
Petals of mother stand uncovered
…the hall is now so cold…
…the hall is now so cold…
…the hall is now so cold…