The
coffins on the fly
In
the day it blocks the sun
Sleeping
through the whole
No
sound for the dead souls
The
chanting on the rise
The
voices rising high
The
believers bring it on
The
bad elements smile
Lay
down on the ground
The
chanting is gone for now
Leaving
the coffins to the night
The
shadows who will go
The
coffins on the fly
It
brings the bad omen
Sleeping
through the whole
No
sound for the dead souls
The
gatherers arrive
With
torch lights and candles
In
the midnight under the stars
They
pray to get rich quickly
The
shadows arrive
As
silent as the wind
Slowly
the souls are taken
Leaving
the elements behind
The
coffins for the fallen
In
the deep sleep of silence
They
will get rich in the Earth
The
abundance with Nature
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