Penumbra کے بول

Bleach These days Black to grey Not guiding me Extinguish the light Aimless Stride Moonless Nights Senseless Skin We felt the fall We felt the winter within Brightness Outblown Eventide Return Smother Your prayers Despairing light We felt the wither within Blackening The eyes that follow Wandering A hand that keeps us Trembling The passing light is Beckoning Decide The passing light is Beckoning Bleach These days Black to grey Not guiding me Extinguish the light