Paroles: Mumford & Sons. Sigh No More. Timshel.

Cold is the water
It freezes your already cold mind
Already cold, cold mind

And death is at your doorstep
And it will steal your innocence
But it will not steal your substance

But you are not alone in this
And you are not alone in this
As brothers we will stand
And we'll hold your hand
Hold your hand

And you are the mother
The mother of your baby child
The one to whom you gave life

And you have your choices
And these are what make man great
His ladder to the stars

But you are not alone in this
And you are not alone in this
As brothers we will stand
And we'll hold your hand
Hold your hand

And I will tell the night
And whisper, "Lose your sight"
But I can't move the mountains for you