March of the Innocent - Grave Digger

Wooden walls around my mind

My soul has left memories behind

We walk around like ghosts

Like puppets on a string of despair

As bells toll — a call for the chosen ones

Outside the window I see loaded guns

The caravan of dying flowers

Moving to the showers

Moving through doors of steel

Black flowers in cities of death

Where sun turns to grey

And love fades away

It’s the march of the innocent

It’s the march of the innocent

Prayers don’t find

The right words to help

Speechless they move through

Thousands of tears

Touching the head of a child who cries

Defending the fear of those who will die

Through fire we walk no chance to survive

The army of terror steal our lives

Now faith is the substance

Of things we hope for

We’re starting the journey

To heaven’s door

Black flowers in cities of death

Where sun turns to grey

And love fades away

It’s the march of the innocent

It’s the march of the innocent

It’s the march of the innocent

It’s the march of the innocent