Storm Of Sin کے بول

The storm came The rain fell down hard Soft noise deafened me As i sat watching I fell through the darkness Fate concealing me from god Can't see my future Oh father, forgive me I feel sin pouring down, I see it in the rain I touch it on myself I crave it in my head The clouds came Cotton-like morphine Clouding his judgement Salvation at last I feel sin pouring down, I see it in the rain I touch it on myself I crave it in my head