Letras
Cold feet walking, two lives hoping.
Echoes crumbling, old men humming
Two can conquer, safe from sinking
Two can shatter, destroy free thinking
It is printed, in your eyelids
It is written in your veins
You've gone too far, to be stopped now
Follow procession
Should you run now, take you leave or
Could you stay and embrace this fate
All is ready, they are waiting
Herd is gathered, pace is set