When the sins of my father. Weigh down in my soul. And the pain of my mother. Will not let me go. . Well I know there can come fire from the sky. To refine the purest of kings.
When the sins of my father. Weigh down in my soul. And the pain of my mother. Will not let me go. Well, I know there can come fire from the sky. To refine the purest of kings.