Calling Ruby

I placed my hand on little fidget
Jewess in the pure white snow
Uniform on which talent draw a skull
gave shelter from the cold

But it was really not the same
without you, you know
I think I'm just about done...
all I got I gave back fourfold

All deeds for the right cause are followed
with forty silenced years
After that is said nothing
worth repeating here

What starts today with his cheap trick
attracting mortal fears
Will lead to grand re-opening...
of thousand Treblinkas

And Ruby speaks through me; she says truth cannot be measured
It does or does not exist like you; as far as I'm considered
Though loved no colours said, they should be treasured
Which I found irrelevant and so unpleasant

But nothing changes

The shape of cross will still cause fear and loss of sanity
Little knowledge is still evil and leaves us astounded with unexpected

Moments of confusion,
mass realisation of the vanities
When eyes open, promises shatter, air fills with ashes...
of thousand Treblinkas

For Ruby speaks so I could spend my silenced forty years
Express no feelings and just pray none urges talk to me
This one goes among the fights one just cannot win
It's all in timing; all now on depends of our lonesome heroine

We have room for one more
Send her my regards

Do you remember Babylon?
How I came back to the war
By then it had gone cold
And the wind tore off your cloak

Ruby you wore it for the world
And deep in your fiery heart
You yearned to reborn
I told you it would hurt