Little Dead Bertha The Dawn Of Times
Slipping on invisible wings
The suns of dawn ride through cold air
The moonshine and icy winds
Embracin them not forever
The fly away over misty lands
And carry message for all living
The time reaching it's own end
Now coming time for unforgiven
Golden age is far away
Dark is future, just hearing cries
Gods shall ieave us in that day
When last child shall tall only lies
The dawn of times
Of unforgiven
Flowing through the air strings
The messengers see pain and horror
There's no hope for future spring
Where are the messiah
Mankihd follow for?
Smoke of funeral bonfires
Spreads in darkened ice-cold heaven
Dog howls and children cries
And croaking of old black raven
Golden age is just in mind
Remembrance of better way
Sorrow rains draw gray lines
No chance for mankind to stay
The dawn of times
Of unforgiven
