Mumford and Sons - Timshel

Cold is the water, it freezes your already cold mind
Already cold, cold mind
And death is at your doorstep, and it will steal your innocence,
But it will not steal your substance

But you are not alone in this
and you are not alone in this
As brothers we will stand
And we'll hold your hand,
hold your hand And you are the mother, the mother of your baby child
The one to whom you gave life
And you have your choices -and these are what make man great
His ladder to the stars

But you are not alone in this
and you are not alone in this
As brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand,
hold your hand

And I will tell the night
and whisper "Lose your sight"
But I can't move the mountains for you