歌词
From the cold
In the black of the night figures
Our lost souls
They can't feel our shivers
Calling angels
Their cries ring clear, echoes
Fall like whispers
That no-one hears
No-one hears
No-one hears
No-one hears
No-one hears
In the dawn
By the bleek new light, shadows
Distinct forms
On the cold stone walls, flicker
Silent voices
To answer our prayers, echo
Fall like whispers
To those who hear
Those who hear
Those who hear
Those who hear
Those who hear