I sleep;
cold clouds and winds blow
over fields I do not know
they make me
stranger and stark
my heart covered in frost
I will hold up this lamp
and I will endure
wade through wild grass
until dawn
awaits me
in dark lands
I sleep;
cold clouds and winds blow
over fields I do not know
they make me
stranger and stark
my heart covered in frost
I will hold up this lamp
and I will endure
wade through wild grass
until dawn
awaits me