Paroles: Indian Fall. Pathfinder. Neveen.

You are a soft touch on our faces
The deep, the cold of our souls
You take our hearts in holy places
Beautiful that you are
You are sacred to me

The mourning we
Prepare to weep
The rainy nights
That are so deep
The mourning we...

If you are the reason for us
To take our future and trust
The meaning of life is a curse
No soul shall awake...
Awake in a world
No human shall crawl