Motherland - Soror Dolorosa

No more late thunders

Sitting in sin

Come open the grudge

I’m here to breathe

Center of all the treason

The veil, the pain

I’m close to crystal dream

To cross in your sky

There no song my dove

In this often fluent night

Descended with the wings

Of the unhappy’s head

The soft wind caresses your shiny memory

My sweat flows into the walls

It’s pure exulery

Everything I try

Is to fill my hands with your warm light

Everything I try

Falls from the blade that gave us all the right

Seeing is nothing, no restraint

My shoulder remains deeply inside your waist

Everything I try

Is to fill my hands, make me whole this time

Everything I try

Falls from the blade that gave us all the right

A flower of your own faith

That tied this open door

Never ending summer

I find you in your way

The future is steep

In the rain it lives

I know it ain’t for sure

But love does

Everything I try

Is to fill my hands, make me whole this time

Everything I try

Again, again, everything I try

Everything I try

Is to fill my hands with your warm light

Everything I try