10 acessos
A hunger with a pale face
Reigned months over this land
None could feed the field's thirst
Nor save the cows from death
The winds carried the rotten smell
And spread the plague over
Another village, doomed we are
For our sins, for our sins...
Lost crows seek the horizon
Embracing gray skies
The shadow of misery
Had pulled down a black curtain
All over their dead souls
Burning candles for salvation
Endless prays for God's mercy
Another hand drowned in the sand