Echoes from a hollow soul

A boy so young upon the gallows Gazes down like a saint From the church of children's cries The awaited one anticipates Issued from her mouth a further request The sons of Adam put to death A voice is heard Echoes from a hollow soul A golden word Wrapped in books of skin and blood From harmony leaps a vision of your guilt And treachery smiles oh so very sweet The last whisper from a dying heart Limps away through the night Chased by angels falling through the sky As the snow, oh what a sight This closing river takes all away Daughters of Eve, slowly fade Given the word and the movement will begin If it's unheard, the message must be sent So slowly now, like the early morning bloom And this is how the perishing will come.