Grace
Cold are the bones of thy soldiersLonging for home, their little paradiseI don't feel redemption on their sid
Fallen from grace, help me rise againFallen from grace, help me through
Fallen from grace, help me throughFallen from grace
Feel these hands, the pressure, the cold, tremble
Do you hear these wordsDo you feel the woundsI'll never help you through
Cold are thy souls,I feel the resentmentThey feel betrayed,They hate the coldI don't feel redemption on their side
Fallen from grace, help me rise againFallen from grace, help me through