Candles

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 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 star The candle burns in the womb. We trie not to forget, They live through us Slowly they die away at every candle's end.