While the cold wind blows The heroes return Left are troubled souls That nothing but yearn For a better day For some rightfulness Will their wounds get healed? Rest body and mind Let them sleep, let them sleep in peace Their minds demand a release From the dread, from the dread they hold Hold ♪ Do I need to see What eyes can not bear? Do I need to hear That nobody cares For the things I've done? And the things I've learnt Are now scars in me Rest body and mind Let me sleep, let me sleep in deep And disembody the fear And the fright, and the fright I hide But until then I will pray That I'll hold, that I'll hold on to Hu . . .