Текст песни Exitland - Handful

Step by step
We wade forward,
A ravine
Forgetting fatigue , the body was lying ;

He alienated ,
Stuck in the quiet of a blunt nail ,
Where are we going ,
And boots treading the turf .

Like two snakes ,
As horror platted into a ball ,
Mist wet ,
Lying in the road track

Came to naught ,
And drowned in a gray mist ;
In a strange land
He left us as a handful of coins !

   The currently looking for an answer
   Until the bitter ashes lie down ,
   We try to get to the light ,
   Not knowing the way , driven by fear .