dry the rain

it's getting colder

and darker every day

and all the bloodred flowers

slowly turn to grey

we need some wind

to blow the clouds away

we need a sun to dry the rain

we need to break the chain of yesterday

we need a storm to kill the pain

i don't remember

nothing but a minor chord

there's still some ember

of the fire you adored

we need some wind

to blow the clouds away

we need it today

we need it today

we need a sun

to dry the rain

to kill the pain

to kill the pain

and when the thunder opens hell

walking down the border of farewell

i'd cut your hand off so i'd never let it go

is this the final

the climax of the show