歌词
She sings for the dead, only
Drawing down the moon, slowly
Those who walk through the fire
Must return
Bless those who blessed us
Sing hymns for your dead
Surrender to it
Pray to lift your light
She walks in magic, slowly
Sings the songs of love only
And then we all fall freely
Bless those who blessed us
Sing hymns for your dead
Surrender to it
Pray to lift your light
Written by: Gwyn Strang, Sean Bilovecky
