Seasons کے بول

[chorus] Eve of mourn Sickness forms...seasons Beauty gone Sadness spawns...seasons Sorrow, in and out of the point of pain Reborn,by the way of thoughts gained Helpless,searching for the answer to death Dying,waiting for the last breath Deformed,deformed lives Unspoken words of a worthless cause,lust is disguised Forgotten ones scream in pain,lost in demise Whispers carry through the winds,to hide their shattered lives Wither and die [bridge] Decieved by the belief in hope Bow down before the fate of all Sea of bliss,wave of conscious all drowning How could i be so blind