And I know winter will pass by slow
Without my heart what can I do
In the halls a bell gives way to a larger swell
Without my heart what can I do
Mount Wroclai
Mount Wroclai
Mount Wroclai
Mount Wroclai
And we grow fat on the charms of our idle, grey days
Seen the shadows grow, see an ominous display
We've no alarm, could we say
We'd have expected this our way
Under stars of decadence and decay
Mount Wroclai
Mount Wroclai
Mount Wroclai
Mount Wroclai
