In this sign of your fine grace the tears that fall from your face all the memories that die for me it's a cruel road to home the moment of my truth drowned in fear after lose you'll creep inside my soul torn on the ligh! what have you done? I am waiting but I follow you you don't know what's going on there is a reason in your eyes I can see that I will never be free I feel your hate for me it's a mortal home I fighting with my fears a cold and lonely dead suck my hope and faith I'm afraid, come on hold my hand I am waiting but I follow you you don't know what's going on there is a reason