Idioma Origen:
Be still my weary soul
I can feel you're gone
With every step I take
I lay you down
It's so hard to stand
To see you at the end
Buried deep inside the ground
Fragile wings were broken
Glory think of me
Nightmares have awoken
Can you hear the screams?
A bearer left astray
A drifter thrown in disarray
Here I lay
One more little traveller
Gone like gusts of wind
Just another vapor at end
Fragile wings were broken
Glory think of me
Nightmares have awoken
Can you hear the screams?
Ghosts of who she used to be
I can feel her haunting me
Feel it dancing inside
Feel it take its place
I'm lost until you find me
The pain uprising
Glory, glory mend these broken wings
Be still my weary soul
It's time to let go
Ride me of this torture
Awake me from this dream
Our ride me of my own breath
If you can't mend these wings
Glory think of me
Idioma Destino:
Be still my weary soul
I can feel you're gone
With every step I take
I lay you down
It's so hard to stand
To see you at the end
Buried deep inside the ground
Fragile wings were broken
Glory think of me
Nightmares have awoken
Can you hear the screams?
A bearer left astray
A drifter thrown in disarray
Here I lay
One more little traveller
Gone like gusts of wind
Just another vapor at end
Fragile wings were broken
Glory think of me
Nightmares have awoken
Can you hear the screams?
Ghosts of who she used to be
I can feel her haunting me
Feel it dancing inside
Feel it take its place
I'm lost until you find me
The pain uprising
Glory, glory mend these broken wings
Be still my weary soul
It's time to let go
Ride me of this torture
Awake me from this dream
Our ride me of my own breath
If you can't mend these wings
Glory think of me