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 trie not to forget,

they live through us.

Slowly they die away at every candle's end



A thousand darm moons,

A thousand winters long.

A million fallen star,

the candle burns in the womb.



We trie not to forget,

They live through us

Slowly they die away at every candle's end