Shape of Despair
In Longing
Lay the words
On open wounds
Head in hands
Dragging feet
Cortege is waiting
Moving slow
All this life force
Now fallen, fallen to the stone
Your name is written
With the language of longing, of longing
Lay the words
On open wounds
Head in hands
Dragging feet
Cortege is waiting
Moving slow
All this life force
Now fallen, fallen to the stone
Your name is written
With the language of longing, of longing