3 acessos
While the cold wind blows, the heroes return
Left are troubled souls, that nothing but yearn
For a better day, for some rightfulness
Will their wounds get healed?
Rest body and mind, let them sleep in peace
Their minds demand a release
From the dread they hold, oh
Do I need to see, what eyes can not bear?
Do I need to hear, that nobody cares?
For the things I have done
And the things I've learnt
Are now scars in me
Rest body and mind
Let me sleep in deep
And disembody the fear
And the fright I hide
But until then I will pray
That I'll hold on to...