The Dark Side - The Breath of Life

We hear, we see their tears

Why they worked bravely

Tradition of their age

We feel, we sense stories

In this Ground

In a Holy Silence

In this World

They left behind

We see through

Their eyes, their heart

And know why they cried

We thought we could help them

To survive at night time

We breathe by their graves

Their stones

And see how they died

We walk through their stories

And see their Dark Side

We need, we need to sense

Their Souls

In this Holy Silence

Watching faces in the sky

We feel divine stories

In the ground

We can hear most of them

Living through their crimes