On the first of the last seven days
He saw his world and said
Give me back all the animals and birds
They will be spoiled like all the human beings
He heard the people cry, he heard the people sigh
But still they didn't pray, than came the other day
On the second of the last seven days
He saw his world and said
Give me back all the flowers and the trees
You don't deserve their beauty and their shelter
On the third of the last seven days
He saw his world and said
Put out all the stars and the moon
You don't desrve their compass in your darkness
He heard the people cry, he heard the people sigh
But still they didn't pray, than came the other day
On the fourth of the last seven days
He saw his world and said
Give me back my lost friends on this world
For they will die like all of those terrible traitors
On the fifth of the last seven days
He saw his world and said
Give me back a wonderful sun
You don't deserve the light that's in your blind eyes
He heard the people cry, he heard the people sigh
But still they didn't pray, than came the other day
On the sixth of the last seven days
He saw his world HE SAW HIS WORLD
Now burn down this people and this world
They wouldn't hear
My word up on the mountain
And then, the last day of the week, the world was drenced and empty
He saw his world and
Cried
He saw his world and said
Give me back all the animals and birds
They will be spoiled like all the human beings
He heard the people cry, he heard the people sigh
But still they didn't pray, than came the other day
On the second of the last seven days
He saw his world and said
Give me back all the flowers and the trees
You don't deserve their beauty and their shelter
On the third of the last seven days
He saw his world and said
Put out all the stars and the moon
You don't desrve their compass in your darkness
He heard the people cry, he heard the people sigh
But still they didn't pray, than came the other day
On the fourth of the last seven days
He saw his world and said
Give me back my lost friends on this world
For they will die like all of those terrible traitors
On the fifth of the last seven days
He saw his world and said
Give me back a wonderful sun
You don't deserve the light that's in your blind eyes
He heard the people cry, he heard the people sigh
But still they didn't pray, than came the other day
On the sixth of the last seven days
He saw his world HE SAW HIS WORLD
Now burn down this people and this world
They wouldn't hear
My word up on the mountain
And then, the last day of the week, the world was drenced and empty
He saw his world and
Cried