Writer: Jan Bolten, Sebastian Sievers, Sebastian Albers
Composer: Jan Bolten, Sebastian Sievers, Sebastian Albers
Lyrics
The battle won, the war is lost
A corrupted soul will pay the cost
Of everything precious now destroyed
The naive hand of vain gave loss
And tears roll down hot cheeks of pride
Still convinced of splendor's shiny light
A tragic glance at hope reveals
The gorgeous facade's last breath of defeat
I'm trying to help you out
but who helps me
I'm dying to light your way
But who saves me
Or convince me that I'm wrong
You see my lips are moving
To form words without a sound
I'm trying to help you out
But who helps me
I'm dying to light your way
But who saves me
Or convince me that I'm wrong