Iron - Woodkid, Mystery Jets

Deep in the ocean, dead and cast away

Where innocence is burned, in flames

A million miles from home, I'm walking ahead

I'm frozen to the bones, I am

A soldier on my own, I don't know the way

I'm riding up the heights, of shame

I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest

I'm ready for the fight, and fate

The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head

The thunder of the drums, dictates

The rhythm of the falls, the number of deaths

The rising of the horns, ahead

From the dawn of time to the end of days

I will have to run, away

I want to feel the pain and the bitter taste

Of the blood on my lips, again

This deadly burst of snow is burning my hands

I'm frozen to the bones, I am

A million miles from home, I'm walking away

I can't remind your eyes, your face