- cifra
I am coming home again
and you won't be alone again
And I, I have some gold
I have broken roads for you
I would murder men for you
I, i have some gold
It's in your hands
It's in your arms
At your command
We shall disarm
I will dig a grave for you
Oh! let's make that a grave for two!
I, I have some gold
It's in your hands, it's in your arms
At your command we shall disarm
It's in your hands, it's in your arms
At your command we shall disarm
Seasons turn
Reasons burn
Coming home
I'm coming home.
