Letra da Música: Prelude To The Storm - The Bleeding Sun

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.