Moddi - June fourth 1989 from the shattered pieces of a stone it begins

^BmThis place begins to cave. These are a madman’s days. ^GA trembling land^Em must play a murderer’s ^Bmgame. ^BmThe blind man’s flickeri^Bng eyes.^Bm A flame as black as night. ^GThe unborn child^Emren die before me now. ^{Bm G}But from the sol^Em7dier’s broken bo^Gnes, from a moth^Em7ers’ silent songs, ^Gfrom the pieces ^Asusof a sha^Attered s^Bmtone it starts.

^BmWe learn and then forget the screams and silhouettes. ^GIn time you’ll fin^Emd we’ll make the same ^Bmmistakes^A. ^BmSo ruins are reb^Born, an ^Bmever blo^Aod-red d^Bmawn. ^GThe palm-lines t^Emurn to cracks beneath ou^Bmr feet.

But from the s^Gilence of the to^Em7mbs, from the br^Goken, barren w^Em7ombs, from the pi^Geces of a ^Asus4shattered ^Astone it s^Bmtarts. From the par^Gted lovers’ ^E7/G#lips, from the nai^Glless finger^E7tips, from the wh^Gispers of a ^Asus4silenced ^A/Bvoice it st^Bmarts.