Cold are the bones of thy soldiers.
Longing for home, their little
paradise.
I don't feel remdeption 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 the resentment,
they feel betraid
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
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