• In the wind
    You can hear the screams of the tourcherd
    In the rain
    You can taste the blood of the inocent
    If only the souls of the evil were blessed with goodness
    Then maybe we wouldnt hear and taste the wind and rain
    If people in this world were able to help
    Why didnt they
    To see the inocent be tourcherd
    To see the children cry
    Are these reasons why
    Or maybe for revenge on an old enemy
    Wind and rain
    Are meant to be seen
    Not heard or tasted
    This world of ours
    We created these monsters
    This world of ours
    Is comeing to an end