4 acessos
In this sign of your fine grace
the tears that fall from your face
all the memories that die for me
it's a cruel road to home
the moment of my truth
drowned in fear after lose
you'll creep inside my soul
torn on the ligh! what have you done?
I am waiting
but I follow you
you don't know what's going on
there is a reason
in your eyes I can see
that I will never be free
I feel your hate for me
it's a mortal home
I fighting with my fears
a cold and lonely dead
suck my hope and faith
I'm afraid, come on hold my hand
I am waiting
but I follow you
you don't know what's going on
there is a reason