Uma espécie de sopro

I lay down by the river

The shadows moved across me, inch by inch

And all that I heard

Was the war between the water and the bridge

Turn to me, turn to me, turn to me

Turn and drink of me

Or look away, look away, look away

And never more think of me



Carry me



I heard the many voices

Speaking to me from the depths below

This ancient wound

This catacomb

Beneath the whited snow

Come to me, come to me, come to me

Come and drink of me

Or turn away, turn away, turn away

And never more think of me



Carry me

Carry me away



Who will lay down their hammer?

Who will put up their sword?

And pause to see

The mystery

Of the Word



Carry me

Carry me away

Carry me

Carry me away

Do incomparável "Abattoir Blues/ The Lyre of Orpheus"