Final Win - SORROWFUL ANGELS

It’s the struggle time

It’s my summer time, it seems

Awaits

It’s the final time

In a final time who wins

Again

I couldn’t say to you

Leave me, leave my summer time

Leave me, leave my piece of mind

In a struggle time

In a final time who wins

I could face your kind

I could turn your vain in me

But my hands are tied

And my soul is damned again

I couldn’t say to me

Leave me, leave my summer time

Leave me, leave my piece of mind

In a struggle time

In a final time who wins

Leave me, leave my summer time

Leave me, leave my piece of mind

Now I am alone at night

And before the dawn

My forgotten soul

It sleeps