كلمات Impulse

Yearning for the dawn of the golden age, a new beginning, when will things Change The bleak winter is over and the ice starts to melt A changing of the seasons, i have lost what i once felt A pain that eats me inside, so far away from the outside Redemption of our rapport, dissension continues to hinder Let me be free. i wish to ride the storm, let the winds blow and the rain Pour Crimson sea take me, away from all the pain Elapsing impulse of sentiment, bearing heart felt emotion tears