Exile -

The underground fell to the ground and fighting made no sense

I laid down my arms and took my legs in my hands

I had to walk away

I had to walk away

I dream of coming home

Blood I can smell and tears in my coat

A burning burning dream

My past is present always there

Scars left in my heart

The mirrors fighting not to lose the sense

I hold my head up high

The winds are chiming like the ones at home

Against the north I cry

I dream of coming home

The exile burns my brain

The exile eats my heart

The exile tunes the sound

The exile cuts me down

I dream of coming home