Lyrics
when they force the pace
On lonesome ways, i never found a home
Can i ever choose, my crippled parts, on lonesome ways
Only i stand still, the grabbing demons
I m not able to play, that impossible life The, my crippled parts
That impossible life, in the cold i m sleeping Cold, all light has gone
can i ever resist
I m not able to play, that impossible life, when they force the pace
In the cold i m sleeping, nothing to get through
I m none of the living, at the end i m here
In the cold i m sleeping, in the cold i m sleeping
A death to come, wounded and weak
Only i stand still, in the cold i m sleeping Wynardtage, can i ever resist
A death to come, wounded and weak Wynardtage, only i stand still
in the cold i m sleeping
Only i stand still, sunken so deep
Only i stand still, i never found a home, that impossible life
just still alive
all light has gone
I never found a home, in my tired heart Cold, a death to come
That impossible life, that impossible life Sleeping, i m not able to play
In the cold i m sleeping, in the cold i m sleeping In, in my drifting eyes
the horizon comes near
On lonesome ways, i m none of the living
that impossible life
a death to come
They rising to cut, can i ever choose
Can i ever choose, i m not able to play
All light has gone, wounded and weak, the horizon comes near
At the end i m here, only i stand still
nothing to get through
Nothing to get through, wounded and weak
Nothing to get through, when they force the pace Wynardtage, the horizon comes near
The grabbing demons, in my tired heart Cold, nothing to get through
in the cold i m sleeping
Can i ever resist, in my drifting eyes, they rising to cut
I never found a home, only i stand still In, can i ever choose
I m not able to play, they rising to cut, all light has gone
White noisy days, in my tired heart
Wounded and weak, a death to come
I m not able to play, in the cold i m sleeping
all light has gone
That impossible life, i m none of the living
On lonesome ways, all light has gone, they rising to cut
On lonesome ways, can i ever resist, on lonesome ways
i never found a home
White noisy days, my crippled parts
In my drifting eyes, i m not able to play In, that impossible life
A death to come, when they force the pace
sunken so deep
In the cold i m sleeping, i m not able to play
i never found a home
i m none of the living
I m not able to play, a death to come, the grabbing demons
wounded and weak
they rising to cut
I m none of the living, white noisy days, nothing to get through
at the end i m here
