Оригинален текст
Skies of grey
Mind of blue
Drugged and chained
Turning blue
Burning crosses
Jesus' losses
Doomed to a world of
Lesser love
Beyond a.d.
Under skies
Clear and warm
Beyond pain
Beyond scorn
We could be free
Far from me
It may seem
Until then
I can dream
A thousand years-
We can't conceive
All this now
Will mean nothing
I had a vision
We crossed the american plains
Out of reach
Of acid rains