Paradigma When The Storm Comes Down
Behold, the sky is falling down As twilight descends Shattered rays still filter through As the veil of darkness unfolds In rapture I see all grace is gone Embraced, all light now sleeps The fall has come This time is my home At this time of year All my anguish is gone ...with the sun... The wind wipes out all grace rejoice as the storm comes down Behold the man upon the hill Lonely he's awaiting Sorrow is his only friend Only he knows why As wind has wiped out all grace Raptured I am as the storm is taking me Home The wind has carried me Back to my realm
