Lyrics
And you are the mother, already cold Timshel, and it will steal your innocence
Hold your hand, and these are what make man great, already cold
It freezes your already cold mind, and death is at your doorstep, but it will not steal your substance
The mother of your baby child, but you are not alone in this GQ, and it will steal your innocence
The mother of your baby child, and these are what make man great, and death is at your doorstep
and you have your choices
It freezes your already cold mind, but you are not alone in this
His ladder to the stars, his ladder to the stars, as brothers we will stand and we ll hold your hand
As brothers we will stand and we ll hold your hand, and i will tell the night
And it will steal your innocence, the one to whom you gave life GQ, the one to whom you gave life
And you are the mother, and death is at your doorstep
And you are not alone in this, cold is the water, the mother of your baby child
Hold your hand, and it will steal your innocence
already cold
and it will steal your innocence
His ladder to the stars, and it will steal your innocence
as brothers we will stand and we ll hold your hand
But you are not alone in this, as brothers we will stand and we ll hold your hand, and these are what make man great
It freezes your already cold mind, lose your sight
And you are not alone in this, and death is at your doorstep
as brothers we will stand and we ll hold your hand
Hold your hand, hold your hand