Deep in the ocean, dead and cast away
Where innocence is burned, in flames
A million mile from home, I’m walking ahead
I’m frozen to the bones, I am…
A soldier on my own, I don’t know the way
I’m riding up the heights of shame
I’m waiting for the call, the hand on the chest
I’m ready for the fight, and fate
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead’s
The rising of the hoards, ahead
From the dawn of time to the end of days
I will have to run, away
I want to feel the pain and the bitter taste
Of the blood on my lips, again
This steady burst of snow is burning my hands
I’m frozen to the bones, I am
A million mile from home, I’m walking away
I can’t remind your eyes, your face
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