March Of Sorrow کے بول

Angels are singing for our lives Our steps are rumbling through the hall We are marching for the funeral We are whispering her name We are beating our shame For she, the one who we'll never know And the bells are ringing And the bells are shouting And the bells are crying Think, You are burning too And the children are hoping Think, You'll never be known And the elders are mourning Think, You cannot get through And death keeps marching Into a dark cathedral You're wearing her crown Into a dark cathedral