Petrichor کے بول

Petrichor, the odor of gods Mighty scent, which overlord lauds When you come our lives begin again Torn by thunder, you born in blessed rain Strike me straight, I'm dignified now To pronounce my Petrichoral vow And I am sanctified son of the gods and everyone who’s gone I am an angel, I am voice, I am the god of my own choice Petrichor, the odor the gods Take my life in the name of our lords I am ready, the journey shall begin I am now the Petrichor within Strike me straight, I'm dignified now To pronounce my Petrichoral vow And I am sanctified son of the gods and everyone who’s gone I am an angel, I am voice, I am the God of my own choice