The Rain کے بول

The final battle's over No matter who wins 'Cause all those gods have fallen Noone left to count our sins! The wasted land, it's burning Caught in the crossfire Heart of old world returning It can save us now Let's start the rain! I call to spirits of the skies To heal the wounds of land And wash away war's price Nothing remains So let the scorched earth come to life Make scores of raindrops fall And cast away demise Natural force is coming Old spirits wake up And only strong and worthy Will walk through the flames of war Thick clouds are gathering Above the man with staff And with his Each swing raindrops Fall more and more