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 womb
We trie 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 womb.
We trie not to forget,
they live through us
slowly they die away at every candle's end.