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 tried 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 stars,
 the candle burns in the womb.
 
 We tried not to forget,
 they live through us.
 Slowly they die away at every candle's end