Their Finest Voyage - Mental Home

Autumn leaves cooled by morning rime

Their trip ends

Streams of pain close my bitter eyes

In daylight

Let me take all your souls in one

I’ll keep it

Till the day I’m gonna make you free

On heaven

But I’m sad feel my hands

They’re filled with snow, oh!

I cannot move

If you see, if you feel

If you ever know, how I’m here alone

Bleed my soul, drop my love

Fill my heart with ice

Please accept my warm

Once again, when I’ll need

Hope you’ll help me

Oh!

I must believe…