And so does the downhearted tune Resound through this murky night And the wind groan its wistful song For the ill-lucked dwellers in plight
These two round-shouldered figures Forward slowly through this grey day Under the fores'ts white canopy Out of the drifting snow's way
With rime dressed-faces they wander With guilt carved-hearts they flee With grim stained-minds they hover Between hope and despair
With rime dressed-faces they wander With guilt carved-hearts they flee With grim stained-minds they ponder If they ever be free of their sins
May the stars become my eyes And the wind become my hearing Let them guide us through These pitch-dark mornings
May the snowfall end And the shining moon rise So we can find our way out From these all-consuming nights
Underneath the blanket of stars Embraced by another cold night Two round-shouldered figures Leave these shores behind
Quietly they wonder If they ever will see the light They now lose in their shadows Owe to the darkest of nightsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
