The Last Of The Mohicans

歌詞

An icy wind Is smoothing my body Cool from the ground Is pulling me down When I lie here and near Emptiness is sounding Your name like echo Is reflecting You won't touch me But you do in my dreams You won't touch me I won't feel your lips anymore And beat of a heart Won't mix with mine I won't glance to your eyes Surrounded in longing Surrounded in you I feel flowing Tear, in which You still reflects It burns my cheek And I know that fire Is burning a trace Marked by your hand