They say alot, but you can\'t hear it sometimes...
where you\'ve been, where you walk...

Come now into this catastrophic cove,
where secrets snickered rise rapidly in exalted...

Booms, crackles, and...
sounding through the night...

Two souls entwine,
they bind...

Cheers to the death,
the death from inside of me...

I go up,
into that sky...

You have wings, but cannot fly.
You have eyes but cannot see...

Broke the gate, and out of control,
unstopppable now, fear pulses through as darkened...

Do I enter darkness?
Submit to the shadows...

New Hampshire Rain
White purness, is dismissed by a rain...

Left unto die,
so it seems to be...