Candles - Within Temptation

Take away,

These hands of darkness.

Reaching for my soul.

Now, the cold wind,

Blows out my candles.

Feeling,

Only fear,

Without any hopr.

A thousand dark moons.

A thousand winters long.

A million fallen stars,

The candle burns in the womb.

We trie 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 trie not to forget,

They live through us.

Slowly they die away at every candle’s end