Grace

Cold are the bones of thy soldiers. (Askerlerinizin kemikleri soguk)

Longing for home, their little paradise. (Evlerini ozluyorlar, kucuk cennetlerini)

I don't feel redemption on their side (Onlar icin af hissetmiyorum)

Fallen from grace, help me rise again. (Gozden dustum, tekrar yukselmeme yardim et)

Fallen from grace, help me through. (Gozden dustum, bana yol goster)

Fallen from grace, help me through. (Gozden dustum, bana yol goster)

Fallen from grace. (Gozden dustum)

Feel these hands, the pressure, the cold, tremble. (Ellerimi hisset, baskiyi, sogugu, titre)

Do you hear these words? (Bu sozleri duyuyor musun?)

Do you feel the wounds? (Bu yaralari hissediyor musun?)

I'll never help you through (Sana asla yol gostermeyecegim)

Cold are thy souls, (Ruhlariniz soguk)

I feel the resentment, (Kinlerini hissediyorum)

they feel betrayed, (Aldatilmis hissediyorlar)

They hate the cold (Soguktan nefret ediyorlar)

I don't feel redemption on their side. (Onlar icin af hissetmiyorum)