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 choosen 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 

Speachless 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