Winter leaves, and baring
Holding back, the freezing cracks
To take back what is mine.
Well Im not waiting to die.
Moonlight glare, and cold night
air by the mountain side.
The creatures here, feel us near
To take back what is mine.
Well Im not waiting to die.
Well you say youre feeling worn.
If you leave then so will I.
I will follow from behind.
To take back what is mine.
Well Im not waiting to die.
Well you say youre feeling worn.
If you leave then so will I.
I will follow from behind.
To take back what is mine.
Well Im not waiting to die.