Prelude To The Storm Lyrics

I wake up soaked to the skin Walking alone down the path
of the damned A fine breeze stops me in the middle of
this lonesome land Then I see you Dressed in white, as the angels I used to dream as a child Although now I'm
old, lost and tired I try to reach out, but all I can see
is you, dancing with the red storm.

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