The Small Hours Lyrics
And you will see,Just call my name and I'll be there.You cannot touch me,You would not dare,I am the chill that's in the air.(chorus)And I try to get through to you,In my own special way,As the barriers crumble,At the end of the day.Dark rivers are flowing,Back into the past,You are the fish for which I cast.But what of the future,What is to be,As the rivers flow into the sea.(chorus)take not for granted,Powers I bear,Don't step into the demon's lair.Time is an illusion,Life is but time,Steep is the mountain which we climb.
Holocaust The Small Hours
