A Fistful of Bended Nails کے بول

So far away The wings of a butterfly Pounding away Stir the breeze into hurricanes Into this day Echoes of past lives resounding in me They crash like the waves Fleeing like ghosts from their mortal remains The blood on our hands All of these waves can't wash away People of faith Cry at the feet of a dying God The tears of their face I know they cry for themselves Because if they cared They'd stand with a fistful of bended nails We're rejoicing Spinning through this hallow void We're rejoicing Could it be we laugh a bit too loud We're rejoicing We're rejoicing