It Will Come - Storm of Sin | Текст песни

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The storm came
The arin fell down hard
Soft noise defeaned me
as I sat watching

I fell through the darkness
Fate concealing me from God
Can't see my future
Oh Father, forgive me

I feel sin pouring down,
I see it in the rain

I touch it on myself
I crave it on my head

The clouds came
Cotton like morphine
Clouding his judgement
Salvation at last

I feel sin pouring down,
I see it in the rain
I touch it on myself
I crave it on my head

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