Whitin Temptation - Candles dalszöveg

Take away these hands of darkness
Reaching for my soul. Now, the cold wind,
blows out my candles
Feeling, only fear, without any hope

A thousand dark moons
A thousand winters long
A million fallen stars,
The candle burns in the womb

We try not to forget, they live through us
Slowly they die away at every candle's end