Storm کے بول

Red sun glowing in your eyes Black engulfs fading minds Clouds impending Behind your silhouette I prepare for a storm Blinded senses yet I see We're at its burning mercy Howling winds warm the core Inside we're dying like before And I run Through the downpour Warm me to the core and engulf me And I run Through the downpour to you Howling winds warm me to the core And your every howl warms me