Say no more, he´s craving for your heart

Deep where secrets have been kept in ice

And the fire in these hands burns when you must keep it inside now

Pray no more when every path is through

It has got to be faith, it has got to be the end of the race

Cold whispering sounds of breeze

Makes her to forgive

Something we deceived

Frail me slowly gave it up to you

Healed needs blacken every heartless words

and the fire in my soul turns into a liquid as I crawl

Pray no more when every line is through

It has got to be faith, it has got to be the end of the cries

For the sorrow she hates the life

Cold whispering sounds of breeze

Makes her to forgive

Something we deceived

Buried in to your wounds it cries

For the sorrow she hates the life

For the sorrow she hates the life.