Take away,
These hands of darkness.
Reaching for my soul.
Now, the cold wind, blows out my candles.
Feeling, only fear, without any hope.
A thousand dark moons.
A thousand winters long.
A million fallen stars, the candle burns in the room.
We try not to forget, they live through us.
Slowly they die away at every candle's end.
A thousand dark moons.
A thousand winters long.
A million fallen stars, the candle burns in the room.
We try not to forget, they live through us.
Slowly they die away at every candle's end
