Age Of Mothers Lyrics - Moonspell

Ours the rotten heart 

Passing our mask of death on to our sons 

We have become so deeply sad 

Consigned to pain 

Serpent among sisters 

In the wake of the invaded 

I summon your rains to extinguish the fire 

Burning inside men 

In this age of mothers 

In all that sleeps 

Grief among brothers 

Bled upon the streams 

Fingernails closing upon the world of ancient 

Bearing a new one 

Pain when the time is of birth 

Courage when its time to inspire us 

Our land is a woman whose perfect figure 

We are not worth to touch 

In this age of mothers 

In all that sleeps