As the smoke retreating through the snow
An open door
Footprints trailed by crimson life no more
The skin is cold
Searchlights beam to the coast
And ohh
Falls with the tide low
An open door
Footprints trailed by crimson life no more
The skin is cold
Searchlights beam to the coast
And ohh
Falls with the tide low
Thoughts from your killer dance my way
Thoughts from your killer dance my way
Way
Way
Way
Marble stones are cast across the shore
Are colorful
Tales of men who braved the sea alone
Are coming home
I don't know where did you go
But ohh
Feels like a lost soul
Thoughts from your killer dance my way
Thoughts from your killer dance my way
Way
Way
Way
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