The wind carries the howls of pain,
Far across the land in vein...

The wind carries the howls of pain,
Far across the land in vein...

My God,
My God...

Forsaken are we,
His children...

Hating Christmas!!
Shooting Santa...

In my Dreams….
You rap your arms around me...

My God,
My God...

Poor little pretty boy,
He’s crying, crying...

Forsaken are we,
His children...

You say you love me,
And God I love you...

I love you like…
I hate to cry...

I have missed you like,
I have missed fresh air...