Miserable lyrics

To be guide for light the our way Pull and take our pains and our illness bodies The winged doors of the autumned land jingled of Prasia The morning was alone and silent except raining First,the time gone fast Evening it was inertand the last,gone back Remains only hands and eyes To be guide for light the our way Pull and take our pains and our illness bodies the spear shadows,fall in your heart And the mud rivers,will take away your fears to the far the propellers alight his heart.