Woodkid, Iron

Deep in the ocean, dead and cost away

Where innocences burn in flames

A million mile from home, I’m walking ahead

I’m frozen to the bones, I am

A soldier on my own, I don’t know the way

I’m riding up the heights of shame

I’m waiting for the call, the hand on the chest

I’m ready for the fight and fate

 

The sound of iron shocks is stuck in my head,

The thunder of the drums dictates

Tbe rythm of the falls, the number of deads

The rising of the horns, ahead

From the down of time to the end of days

I will have to run, away

I want to feel the pain and the bitter taste

Of the blood on my lips, again

 

This deadly burst of snow is burning my hands,

I’m frozen to the bones, I am

A million mile from home, I’m walking away

I can’t remind your eyes, your face

woodkid iron

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