Cold are the bones of thy soldiers   Longing for home, their little paradise   I don't feel redemption on their side      Fallen from grace, help me rise again   Fallen from grace, help me through      Fallen from grace, help me through   Fallen from grace      Feel these hands, the pressure, the cold, tremble   Hear these words, feel the wounds   I'll never help you through      Cold are thy souls, I feel resentment   They feel betrayed, they hate the cold   I don't feel redemption on their side      Fallen from grace, help me rise again   Fallen from grace, help me through