The steps cautiously pass the trees; The leaves are swaying through the air
The rocks rumble from the top, While the insects wake through the night
The trees sway their branch like it’s nothing, While the wind caught a cold
The stones move from left to right, With the boot drag through the path
The torpor fades away, The head moves silently with despair
The hand wish to unbind with its words, But the word land on deaf ears
The tongue cannot speak, Jingling bells crash on the dermis
Waves of panic cry out, Vibrating the temple with unease
A rope circle the nape, It drops like a doll
Swinging against the bush, The breath of the temple long gone
As the sun rises across the mountain, The bird arrives to its nest
Until it notice there are no sticks, Only a posy of hair
Songs waver through the trees, Childrens running through the field
Into the bush they went, Hiding from the others as part of a game
A knock on the head sends them flying, Tears drop down from their eyes
Fear took over the mountain, The sirens pass through the trees
No more singing can be heard, No more running can be seen
Only the dread of the eyes, The stains of the smothering mountain