The storyteller calms the young child
Telling him to settle down...

Hear & follow my ongoing cries,
Once you leave, part of me dies...

When you cry out loud from sorrowful days,
There I'll be, forever & always...

The cross is high above the village.
Everyone is talking, everyone is looking...

They meet at the battlefields
An asphalt sea with divots and cracks...

There he lies
All warped and twisted...

I have held on for so long.
It is time now to release my hate...

The call of the mockingbird
He is the storyteller of times past...

The fire tree,
The tree of life...