Tristania

This is the slowest dance
The dance of a thousand years
The dance of the frozen statues
Clinging together in tears
This is the darkest fight
The fight of a thousand years
The pounding of blood
Through our veins
In our veins
In our eyes
The circles of fear
I cling to you
So cold, so bright
Cling to me through the night
Motionless faces
Park of the wasted
In the pale gloom
I hang on to you
In the pale gloom
I am safe and cool