Harrowing Winds - WRVTH

Lost in the translation of these whispers

Spinning around in my head in this viscious circle

Its all I hear

Its all I see

Telling me everyone is my enemy

Dissolving the passion that runs through my veins

With every passing hour my identity devides and regroups

Thoughts carry through distressed trails

Diffusing into a doleful calm…

Dissolving the passion that runs through my veins

With every passing hour my identity devides and regroups.

(bang your head)

I sense the hatred…

I sense the hatred has finally consumed me

Drifting in the still smoke that clouds this dim lit room

A thick film that coats these dirty lenses…

DRIFTING IN THE STILL SMOKE THAT CLOUDS THIS DIM LIT ROOM

A THICK FILM THAT COATS THESE DIRTY LENSES

Through the fog a

distant shadow awaits

Foretelling the

Harrowing Winds to come…

Lost in the translation of these whispers

Spinning around in my head in this viscious circle

Its all I hear

Its all I see