Текст песни

In the storm of the calling, calling
In the storm of the brawling, brawling
In the storm of the mauling, mauling
In the dawn of a crawling
Darling

Within the storm of the calling, calling
In the storm of the brawling, brawling
In the storm of the mauling, mauling
In the dawn of a crawling
Darling

Last days in my atmosphere
I can sense the shadows near
Nightly whispers wilt to say
Mornings wash my tears away

In the storm of the calling, calling
In the storm of the brawling, brawling
In the storm of the mauling, mauling
In the dawn of a crawling
Darling

Within the storm of the calling, calling
In the storm of the brawling, brawling
In the storm of the mauling, mauling
In the dawn of a crawling
Darling

Last days in my atmosphere
I can sense the shadows near
Nightly whispers wilt to say
Mornings wash my tears away