Candles (Live)

Take away,
These hands of darkness.
Reaching for my soul.
Now, the cold wind
Blows out my candles.
Feeling,
Only fear,
Without any hope.

A thousand dark moons.
A thousand winters long.
A million fallen stars,
The candle burns in the womb

We try not to forget,
They live through us.
Slowly they die away at every candle's end

A thousand dark moons,
A thousand winters long.
A million fallen stars,
The candle burns in the womb.

We try not to forget,
They live through us
Slowly they die away at every candle's end.