Kiske: The poor one Who darkens our lands The poor one Who keeps our blood in his hands The poor one Who turns our faith into money Poor of the cursed one Who kills God's son I’ve alway

There is no place for me and no one to set me free there is no way to go there is no place for me where it's warm and where i can be at least there is no place that i know Sometimes it's hard to

I've never lost my faith in you After all that we've been through Well I could lose control As you touched my lonely soul I can't pretend that I don't care In The end it wasn't fair I heard ev