Whispers, Travelling with the wind

Gathering of our sins.

Crying, tears from the blind man.



Now you see so much better without eyes,

When something dies.

The one's nevermade.



The unmaking (of worlds) he knows them.

This man now weeps and prays.

No. This wasn't meant to be.

In all the dreams that I have dreamt



This wasn't our destiny.

As explorer of earths

And adventurer of the stars I know that

I should've known.



Now the sorrow spectrum

Grows and the world will stay unsaved.

I know that I should've seen.



The worlds nevermade.

The unmaking, I know them.

And now I weep and pray.

Whispers, Travelling...



Now O know, now I see, that evil

Never dies, it just sleeps.

It just sleeps...