Hear my heart Hear my thoughts Colder still Hands unfold
I realise I hear no footsteps While marching the longest road Into your last defeat
Oakwood on my arm Echoes of your song First candle on my future grave is lit
Hear my heart Hear my thoughts Colder still Hands unfold
I realise I hear no footsteps While marching the longest road Into your last defeat
Oakwood on my arm Echoes of your song First candle on my future grave is lit