Exile (Paralysed Age)

The underground fell to the ground and fighting made no sense I laid down my arms and took my legs in my hands I had to walk away I had to walk away I dream of coming home Blood I can smell and tears in my coat A burning burning dream My past is present always there Scars left in my heart The mirrors fighting not to lose the sense I hold my head up high The winds are chiming like the ones at home Against the north I cry I dream of coming home The exile burns my brain The exile eats my heart The exile tunes the sound The exile cuts me down I dream of coming home