To hell, from hell, we're back again
From a place where the roads of flame will never end.
I see your face in cooling embers, I remember the times,
When we smiled, when we laughed;
When the world was ours
As I stand here, in front of your tomb stone,
Wishing, praying, hoping you were still home.
From a place where the roads of flame will never end.
I see your face in cooling embers, I remember the times,
When we smiled, when we laughed;
When the world was ours
As I stand here, in front of your tomb stone,
Wishing, praying, hoping you were still home.
