[Verse 1] [?] Forced into the cold Live here is waiting to hear myself Could it piece to [?] And the blood on the seats have dried But the animals will keep their pride Oh the trees could die [?] And one of the horses you shoot I rise to feed the fire And [?] in the sky Just let the ashes fly They're spreading in the sky [Verse 2] They're grace and their wings have dried But the animals will keep their pride Oh the trees could die [?] And one of the horses you shoot I rise and feed the fire And [?] in the sky Just let the ashes fly They're spreading in the sky I rise and feed the fire