It's getting colder And darker every day And all the bloodred flowers Slowly turn to grey
We need some wind To blow the clouds away we need a sun to dry the rain We need to break the chain of yesterday We need a storm to kill the pain
I don't remember Nothing but a minor chord There's still some ember Of the fire you adored
We need some wind To blow the clouds away We need it today We need it today We need a sun To dry the rain To kill the pain To kill the pain
And when the thunder opens hell Walking down the border of farewell I'd cut your hand off so I'd never let it go Is this the final The climax of the show