Blown out like a candle can be
Blowing slightly on its flame
Dance on the floor, then came the blue
All of them turn themselves back
Now they can't, they must see
Your soul standing and your stare
Now what they're gonna do
That fools' tribe?

It was fated, but how many times
We heard this song
Faceless killers, nameless victims
History's already full
At the end of this chain
All the tears and the grief
There's a father, there's a mother
Nothing else

It was middle of autumn but we
Had never felt so cold
Not the wind of our hills
Not the meaningless words of the priest
Was an inner cold instead
Colder than the ice
Icy as a cold
Store (you know)

Rust on your drums, dust in your room
They grow up as the days flow by
The time won't change the question, it's
Why, why, why?
At the end of the chain
The one lockin' this cage
Where even love can fail
Where the tears and questions fade
There's a mother, there's a father
But why?