hands as wings of the widows Quietly I hear the song of sorrow, I hear the song so bitter
humming of the frozen widow, I fell the pain, the grief of death I see the dark sky, the horizon burning I see I hear the chilling call in the wind
hans as wings
in front of the black veil.
I see the procession westbound
silently gliding westbound
the procession of widows so dark
so dark the young widows whose hands as wings shielding their eyes
So silent, I see, oh so silent
I see the procession so black, oh so dark, so dark
silent I see the procession of sorrow,
hands as their wings, shielding are the hands
shielding the eyes are the wings
the eyes of sorrow