Eternal Sacrifice (Blood of Love)

[Erich Kykal]

The meadows are so green and soft,
so promising of sleep and dream,
but I must keep my head aloft
and listen for the world to scream.

Its songs of torture and of war
are mine to hear and mine to share,
and mine to heal what others tore
is everything from everywhere.

To sing my tune I shall prevail,
to resurrect the broken core,
still crucified by will and nail,
but streaming out for evermore.