Prayer for the Afflicted - Children Of Bodom

We hear a Prayer for the brighter morrow

It’s hard to take thru all the laughter

Cos we dont believe in tomorrow

It’s just another morning after

(I need you far away from me, i want you closer to me)

We take a stand and we’re standing tall

But only three of us crawl away

Never get old nor would we fall

But only two of us saw yesterday

I never thought it would get this far, oh no…

Wherever you are, i won’t follow

And when the candless slowly die

I will say my last goodbye

I need you far away from me, i want you closer to me

I need you far away from me, i want you closer to me

Don’t bother trying to save us

We don’t need your prayers

Because we were the Afflicted

And none of us walked away

I never thought it would get this far, oh no…

Wherever you are, i won’t follow

And when the candless slowly die

I will say my last goodbye

I need you far away from me, i want you closer to me

I need you far away from me, i want you closer to me