Wrapped in plastic
No  one seems to understand
The  reason why I cry out into the night
For justice and for peace

Last night I felt a burning sting
All  of beauty stood in flames
Love  condensed onto a broken glass
And got swallowed by a deer

That´s  why I howl at the moon
At least the magic seems to last
All the tears went down the river
And the fire eats the past

Praise  it – it´s dead -
Poison on the fields
Not from this world
But it grows into the sky

That´s why I howl at the moon
At least the magic seems to last
All the tears went down the river
And the fire eats the past

The wind carries the seed
Into all corners of the world
You might have it when it´s dead
Stunned by the evil deed
The wind carries the seed
Into all corners of the world
You might have it when it´s dead
Killed bye greed

That´s why I howl at the moon
At least the magic seems to last
All the tears went down the river
And the fire eats the past