Лафита все записи автора Cold are the bones of thy soldiers
Longing for home, their little paradise
I don't feel redemption on their side

Fallen from grace, help me rise again
Fallen from grace, help me through
Fallen from grace, help me through
Fallen from grace

Feel these hands, the pressure, the cold, tremble
Do you hear these words
Do you feel the wounds
I'll never help you through

Cold are thy souls
I feel resentment,
they feel betrayed
They hate the cold
I don't feel redemption on their side


Fallen from grace, help me rise again
Fallen from grace, help me through