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Cold are the bones of thy soldiers
Longing for home, their little paradise
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
Hear these words, feel the wounds
I'll never help you through
Cold are thy souls, I feel the resentment
They feel betrayed, they hate the cold
Don't feel redemption
On their side
Fallen from grace
Help me rise again
Fallen from grace
Help me through
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