Pouring Dark Cloud کے بول

The skies will cave And the raging rains shall raid the ground A grave of despair Is dug open while the Sandcastles of hope Perish in the wind, man’s merry sin Is idle no more I’ve seen, the burn in the devil’s eyes And I’ve rode the Rotten race on a demon’s wing My soul I’ve sold For a moment of joy that I chose To enlight this, wreck called life Trees stripped from leaves Are to welcome the elegy of vigorous winds An uneasy scene Yet a mere prologue of what Is to be Is this someone’s nightmare Or my own fantasy? I’ve seen, the burn in the devil’s eyes And I’ve rode the Rotten race on a demon’s wing My soul I’ve sold For a moment of joy that I chose To enlight this, wreck called life