Hope Is on Its Way
You, under darkness' sway
Hope is on its way
No carriage or iron horse
Will blow it off course
Against your will you'll go
Terrible things, you'll know
Captured, you'll pray for the end of your life
As questions are put to the knife
Questions are put to the knife
How we gonna get out of here?
I can't survive another year
Fires on the hillside burn like the midday sun
How I'm a gonna get out of here?
My mind is a land mine, hands turn the wheel
Fires on the hillside burn like the midday sun
You, under darkness' sway
Hope is on its way
No carriage or iron horse
Will blow it off course
Writer/s: Westwork
