Butterfly's Burial Lyrics

I write because poets write

When the clouds shade on the butterfly

Their wings are so light

That they don't have to wave

The veins turns to blue

The blood turns to black

The rattle plays when the butterflies sleeps

And the souls are waking up

They penetrate inside

The shaking voices of the souls of the winds

The rattle plays when the butterflies sleeps

And the souls are waking up

They penetrate inside

The shaking voices of the souls of the winds

The rattle plays when the butterflies sleeps

And the souls are waking up

Dead tombs of thousands butterflies

A rotating spiral of life

Of melted souls

Night tombs of thousands butterflies

A rotating spiral of life

Of melted souls