| "The Crucible" | |
| Another day has just begun, I turn to face a darker sun. Distant dogs are howling more Weary angels tire of war. Has it already won? Where can true love be found? I have seen red skies at night, but the suns refused to shine. Fires burning all night long. Preists singing solemn songs. Has it already won? Where can true faith be found? Faiths the torch that we all bear. Till the ground with reverent care. In the fields the maidens cry. When truth is lost, so many die. Has it already won? Nothing left to be done? | |