to the mankind that lives near,
from the mankind in charge
deliver the message from the past
it may be late,
we seen blood already!
the soul is dying to apology,
the soils had grown from the tears
the flesh kneel to the ground
may you condone the past sins
dear angel above heaven,
the servant's dying to find
the right path to the time
some is taking the rest,
while the other gather and lost
dear angel above the earth,
please do us a favor!
why don't take us near the river?
we can walk to the garden
as you whisper the almighty
"they're coming to the Eden!"