In Haze کے بول

Come aid your wounded limbs I know that you're hurt Don't hide your bleeding hands You know it is overt One barrier to hold you back Is that not the truth Acknowledge and move on This is for speed and youth Her eyes Her face Appears In haze I'm a beaten heart Over fields I chase A war goes on Over the losts grace What might have held us back Is now a dead soul It is a barren shell Who's writhing in its hole All the leaves are brown And the sky is gray A war goes on Over the losts grace