2 1/2 Years
Yorck, Love Like Blood
Red eyes, hearts of hate
No one knows it's her fate
A yelling crowd persecutting
A defenceless inferior woman
The crowd moves closer and closer
So lost in fear and impermanence
They don't see the tears in the rain
The're gonna sanctify the pain
The crowd will be satisfied
Throw the brick sin redefined
In a dark and lazy night
Man don't let them see your cry
Burning splendid on the hill
Who's thе next one they will kill
Troublе, trouble in the courthouse
Where have all the children gone