Grace

Cold are the bones of thy soldiers Longing for home, their little paradise I don't feel redemption on their side Fallen from grace, help me rise again Fallen from grace, help me through Fallen from grace, help me through Fallen from grace Feel these hands, the pressure, the cold, tremble Do you hear these words Do you feel the wounds I'll never help you through Cold are thy souls I feel resentment, They feel betraid They hate the cold I don't feel redemption on their side Fallen from grace, help me rise again Fallen from grace, help me through