De doden hebben het goed van De doden hebben het goed

In solace and pain I've been trying to hold White light, shifting to grey In solace and pain I fade In hope and despair I fade Only prayers remain Hear me and see A shade, I long to be I fade Father, grant me my three nails Force fed faith/fate and wishes come through No stars will fall. No wars will end Father, grant me my three nails And nothing will change I fade