Whitin Temptation - Candles


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

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