Lyrics, Letras da Musica
With hearts of hollow gloom
Were all weak and wounded
Crack begin to form
In this weathered skin
Shadows always move
Like ghostly spectres
So hold your heads up high
Before we are divided
The ashes for the crows
A voice inside the wind
the place I call my home
No longer calls to me
I’ll make it on my own
The serpent sees the end.
You’ll learn your place and find
The ashes of your mind
are lost within the sands of time
Were trapped in hollow gloom.