Iron. Interpreta: Woodkid

Deep in the ocean, dead and cast away 
Where innocence is burned, in flames 
A million mile 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 dead's 
The rising of the hoards, 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 steady burst of snow is burning my hands 
I'm frozen to the bones, I am 
A million mile from home, I'm walking away 
I can't remind your eyes, your face