Little Dead Bertha

The Dawn of Times

Little Dead Bertha


Slipping on invisible wings 
The suns of dawn ride through cold air 
The moonshine and icy winds 
Embracin them not forever 
The fly away over misty lands 
And carry message for all living 
The time reaching it's own end 
Now coming time for unforgiven 

Golden age is far away 
Dark is future, just hearing cries 
Gods shall ieave us in that day 
When last child shall tall only lies 

The dawn of times 
Of unforgiven 

Flowing through the air strings 
The messengers see pain and horror 
There's no hope for future spring 
Where are the messiah 
Mankihd follow for? 
Smoke of funeral bonfires 
Spreads in darkened ice-cold heaven 
Dog howls and children cries 
And croaking of old black raven 

Golden age is just in mind 
Remembrance of better way 
Sorrow rains draw gray lines 
No chance for mankind to stay 

The dawn of times 
Of unforgiven