Vārdi: Heart. Fallen Ones.

Born on the edge of a borderline In the simmering summer of sweet blue fire Now you walk on the cold cold wind Nothing left of your light The living sun just falls away leaving only day ~ day for night Again and again the comrades fall The tears roll down and the wounded crawl In this heartless crazy world the wounds just burn like fire Light a light for the fallen ones Light a light and hold it ~ hold it high Your burning star turned to midnight sun I will stay alive for the fallen ones Dancing with the smoke of your devastated flame Dancing with the smoke dancing with the rain So cold being here again So I call your name ~ I call ~ I call your name