Hidden Faces

Through the eyes I have known you

Your spirit is stretched thin

Your veil is a hole

Stream a dark tide's betrayal

That rips through its own

Through the eyes of the wheel

I will see you coming

Through the waves of lies

I will see you coming

Through the years of burden

I will see you coming

Through the weathering vine

I will see you coming

The feral now feeds you

Instinct is pure

All reactions are sane

Eyes on the mountain

Hidden faces

Spirit faces