Wings of Destiny کے بول

A sanctuary is blank tonight The soul that lodged here Now is flying through the sky Should he hidden among the stars Chasing feelings in the air Since his body lost the life He wanders round the world Seeking reasons to believe That the being called man can change All the things he contested in life Our sweet dreams are lost Burnt on a cross Betrayed by greed That makes all the rules we need Malicious thoughts infest the air It seems to be alive Fading virtues, cutting hearts Turning smiles sneering acts Making men little insects The clouds formally whites of sin Are overcast with guilt Black stains painted on blue Marking rain fall full of lies Marking die the doped truth Our sweet dreams are lost Burnt on a cross Betrayed by greed That makes all the rules we need