Showstopper کے بول

Find me, oh find me When this birthright was blackened, When lightning struck And the storm clouds came over, The cracks were appearing Before things turned In a moment, i'd forgotten, I feel the trial, it's mine, I burn in this ire, All this pride, bid goodbye, Only matchwood, Still so unsure why this path was chosen, It's harder and further Than first calculations, When you know it's not over yet, I feel the trial, it's mine, I burn in this ire, All this pride, bid goodbye, Only matchwood, Oh, it's a trial and a fight, Hear me cry: "it's yours and it's mine!" "oh this fight!" "it's yours," "it's mine" "yours and mine, yours and mine!" Find me, Oh find this birthright, It's cursed, Oh the lightning struck And the storm hit its target