Cold is the water.
It freezes your already cold mind,
Already cold, cold mind.
And death is at your doorstep,
And it will steal your innocence,
But it will not steal your substance.
But you are not alone in this,
And you are not alone in this.
As brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand,
Hold your hand.
And you are the mother,
The mother of your baby child.
The one to whom you gave life.
And you have your choices,
And these are what make man great
His ladder to the stars.
But you are not alone in this,
And you are not alone in this.
As brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand,
Hold your hand.
And I will tell the night.
And whisper, "Lose your sight".
But I can't move the mountains for you.