While the cold wind blows, the heroes return

Left are troubled souls, that nothing but yearn

For a better day, for some rightfulness

Will their wounds get healed?

Rest body and mind, let them sleep in peace

Their minds demand a release

From the dread they hold, oh

Do I need to see, what eyes can not bear?

Do I need to hear, that nobody cares?

For the things I have done

And the things I've learnt

Are now scars in me

Rest body and mind

Let me sleep in deep

And disembody the fear

And the fright I hide

But until then I will pray

That I'll hold on to...