Out of the blue on the wings of a dove   A messenger comes, with the beating of drums   It's not a message of love      Our childern are born, and we keep them warm   They must have the right, to live in the light   To be safe from the storm      Out of the blue, with wings on his heels   A messenger comes, bearing regrets   For the time that he steals      But steal it he will, my children's and mine   Against our desires, against all our needs   Our blood spilled like wine      Over and over we call . . . no one hears   And further and further and further we fall   Though we pray that we soon will awake   It is clear, that it's no dream at all   Our lives are at stake      I cannot believe, nor even pretend   That the thunder I hear, will just disappear   And the nightmare will end      So hold back the fire, 'cause this much is true   When all's said and done, the ending will come   From out of the blue