Written by: Winter Wallace

And to the calm, forgiven winds

Weep the rains of tomorrow
Sing your song to god and spill your sorrow
tear the steady axis of traveled day

To the melting, happy masses

I will only whisper a silent chant
resting in the shadows of ancient hands
dream of the exit of despair, an exit I know that shan't appear

To the kisses I dream about

You elude me great
Force me into the cold where I form my hate

My eyes welled with blood, my heart flooded with silence

Songs of great hope switch to whispers from hell

The days take my soul, leave my body to shell