Turtles made of stone

Where love is for beginners,

Where turtles turn to stone

Where peace is everlasting

Where war is a winter storm

Where truth turns into a liar

the most decent, honest men

Where secrets have been buried

by a ruthless hurricane

Where the executioner is hanging

and flowers turn to dust

Where the prisoners are singing

they're hoping peace will last

The snowflakes are left broken

in by the heart-attack machine

The wise man he has spoken

only needless words remain

It's not too much to handle

I'm not sure if I've tried

truth is just one liar

the evening star has died