Prelude To The Storm letra

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.

The Bleeding Sun - Letras

• Black Hills Over Sylvana
• Cries On My Grave
• Dancing With The Red Storm
• Dead Choirs in My Last Battle
• Decadent Poems of Love
• Gods of the Promise Land
• Nessare
• On Thorns You Lay
• Prelude To The Storm
• Rusted Cage
• The Eternal Scream
• The Fullness of the Moon
• Three Withered Spirits