Cold is the wate-e-e-er
it freezes your
already cold mind
already cold, cold mind
And death is at
your doorste-e-ep
and it will steal your
innocence but it will not
steal your substance
But you are not
alone in this
And you are not
alone in this
As brothers we will stand
and will hold your hand
Hold your hand
And you are
the mothe-e-er
the mother of your
baby child
The one to whom
you gave life
And you have
your choice-e-es
and these are what
make man great
his ladder to the stars
But you are not
alone in this
And you are not
alone in this
As brothers we will stand
and will hold your hand
Hold your hand
And I will tell
the night
And whisper
lose your sight
But I can't move
a mountain
for you