Outlaws - Kristoffer Bolander
Written by：Kristoffer Bolander
Until the cold lights the sound
Upon the harder there weakness
Our feels still concede
To the close suffer a lead man
To walk down the stairs
Facing the thousand years
I will battle the ring
And all the late claim on
Here
Until the cold will bear the hearts
And the wings have torn their walls
Until the cost of man in the plum of her hand
Will be on loss
For a one song floor
Cut in the air let's stammer
I will honor their names
I say carry their flame on the walls
Until the cold will bear the hearts
And the wings have torn their walls
Until the cost of man in plum of her hand
Will be on loss
Until the cold will bear the hearts
And the wings have torn their walls
Until the cost of man in plum of her hand
Will be on loss
And you know that I believe in wrong will rise
It's the chance that I will need
Will lend afar