Water کے بول

I hear you drowning in the ocean of all time and space, and you're dying today. I can feel the mountains crumble. I can see the sky turn red. I can feel the hosts of heaven calling me up when i'm dead. I ask you why? you deny the purple sky, the birds on high, The evil lie, that you will die. yes, you will die. I can feel the mountains crumble. I can see the sky turn red. I can feel the hosts of heaven calling me up when i'm dead. You will die. yes, you will die.