Candles

Take away, These hands of darkness. Reaching for my soul. Now, the cold wind, blows out my candles. Feeling, only fear, without any hopr. A thousand dark moons. A thousand winters long. A million fallen stars, the candle burns in the womb. We trie 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 trie not to forget, they live through us. Slowly they die away at every candle's end