Lorenz

I write your name

  I write your name .

On the bloody ploughed fields

for the child  who won\'t  come

and the oak  we cut down ...

 I write your name .

Destiny  of broken china 

flight of crows  above  Golgotha 

aborted  symphony  ...

 I write your name .

On the mud of the trenches

the mouth that curses 

flower that dies at dawn .

At the devil\'s market 

souls are sold out ...

 I write your name 

on the erased memory 

the forgotten birthday 

damned\'s long march ...

God\'s message service 

no longer responds to mayday ...

I write your name .

On the boned doll\'s body 

those dreamy scent  machine guns

hand tatooed on barbed  whims ...

Like a rider in the wind 

dressed in  tyrant\'s  uniform

or the gold of Vatican 

 you cast anathema on infant\'s games...

 You\'re  still  here ,terror interior 

like a fly asleep in it\'s  marble cocoon 

protected from living\'s dirty hands ...

And I don\'t know what your name is ...