Buried far away
From that place they call home
Empty wombs in the temple of birth
They’re burning my city’s citadel
Fearless I fell under her wing

Debts are stillborn
No sign of thorns
For you there will be no via dolorosa

Her tears of gold
Fell deep inside the white snow
Carrying me higher
And casting her down
Opened my back and stabbed me with regret
Till my lungs were open
Breathing the death

Debts are stillborn
No sign of thorns
For you there will be no via dolorosa

Debts are stillborn
No sign of thorns
For you there will be no via dolorosa