Don`t. Go. Alone, it`s cold. Save your strenght for what it`s worth, I`m told Break our backs, fill these sacks with gold Get out now, don`t look back, it`s hell
Beyond this broken glass and scattered ash lies the days to come and the dream we had Holy, holy smokes, we dug our graves and sold our souls but no, we cannot hold the way to the world on our own
These, roads, are paid with bones Be not afraid, you`re not alone Make our peace, piece by piece, for now We`ll be back, to take back, what`s ours
Beyond this broken glass and scattered ash lies the days to come and the dream we had Holy, holy smokes, we dug our graves and sold our souls but no, we cannot hold the way to the world on our own
Don`t look back, of these days of old We can`t take back, what`s said in stone, said in stone
Holy, holy smokes, we dug our graves and sold our souls but no, we cannot hold the way to the world on our own Holy, holy smokes, holy, holy, holy smokes Holy, holy smokes, holy, holy, holy smokes