I am deprived of the sun Condemned to this thought The purpose of my heart was I was a failure; I was injured I was injured I was from the night of the night My race was ice flower Winter and I saw Hell Hell I did In that prison lonely I searched for God Come Light, Come on, Come on, Come on, to make a job Sun (Lyrics and Song by IranSong) Help me to springs Refuge I I am abandoned I am deprived of this thought The purpose of my heart was the purpose of my heart I was injured I was injured. I was injured I was from the night My breed was ice flower Winter was the winter and I saw it Hell.
