Whispers Of Sin

I listened to the sound of the rebirth and chaos

Timid essence of an ancestral ego

I had the visions of an enchanted world

Mucked up by the vile actions of men.

I abandoned the oasis of fragility in the desert of my

confusion.

I listened to the sound of the rebirth and chaos

Timid essence of an ancestral ego

I had the visions of an enchanted world

Mucked up by the vile actions of men...

...But delighted by the whisperings of sin

If spirits shook hearts and minds

Then souls would rise to splendid capricious and

prismatic beings

No longer in the shade of pain trees.

In the not-light of few angels and fairies in ecstasy

That bewitch suffering and turn it into blinding,

gratifying night.

I listened to the sound of the rebirth and chaos

Timid essence of an ancestral ego

I had the visions of an enchanted world

Mucked up by the vile actions of men.