Lyric (Passing by) an old and raped village

Through boughs and leaves and stone on ground.
I feel a presence of evil, a silent sound.
An evil place once lovely and fair.
Itÿs gardens are grey, sad voices of despair.

A village old, pillaged and raped.
All itÿs houses are rotten or burnt.
Here are signs of battles of old.
Raided for the virgins and their gold.
From where cometh this evil air?
The pressing warning of danger.