Walked alone through the Cold Catacombs.
I’ll find my way out
These empty streets are snowed
With their memories, ohh oh oh.
Oh Saint Era, Oh Saint Era.
I’ll wait by the sea
Oh Saint Era, Oh Saint Era.
I’ll wait by the sea, to hope that my heart will come back some day
Broken glass along my feet, boarded holes and wandering souls.
They’ve got their peace.
And empty swings they pierce right through, everything they had a chance to do.
They’ve got their wings.
Oh Saint Era, Oh Saint Era.
Ill wait by the sea, to hope that my heart will come back some day.
Oh Saint Era, Oh Saint Era.
Ill wait by the sea, to hope that my heart will come back some day.
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