Timshel

(альбом: The Living Room Sessions Vol. 1 - 2011)

Cold is the water
It freezes your already cold mind
Already cold, cold mind

Death is at your doorstep
It will steal your innocence
You will not steal your substance

You are not alone in this
You are not alone in this
As brothers we will stand
And we will hold your hand, hold your hand

You are the mother
The mother of your baby child
The one to whom you gave life

You have your choices
These are what make man great
His ladder to the stars

You are not alone in this
You are not alone in this
As brothers, we will stand and we'll hold your hand
Hold your hand

I will tell the night
Whisper, "Lose your sight"
But I can't move the mountains
For you