Whatever happened to the children of the dove
Did the flowers fade, was it a game they played
Did they just grow tired of love
Was the pressure too great, they learned to hate
Watching their martyrs die, who killed love
For love I cry

Black smoke rising from the calumet
And angry words are spoken
Black smoke rising from the calumet
The pipe of peace is broken

Some people say it's the pattern of history, no great mystery
Mankind's destiny, revolving over centuries
A certain time cycle, it's all predictable
So the records show, where love has died
Evil will follow

Black smoke rising from the calumet
And angry words are spoken
Black smoke rising from the calumet
The pipe of peace is broken

Somebody told me it was the movement of the stars
The aspects show tears for a few years
While Earth is close to Mars
Lord of the tempest, violence and unrest, war and pain
The planets rule when love returns again
Black smoke rising from the calumet
And angry words are spoken
Black smoke rising from the calumet
The pipe of peace is broken

Black smoke rising from the calumet
Angry words are spoken
Black smoke rising from the calumet
For love I cried, oh, for love I cried
Black smoke rising from the calumet
For love I cried, for love I cried