Whispers, Travelling with the wind
Like fragments of unbecoming, the
gathering of our sins
Crying, tears from the blind man
Now you see so much better without eyes
when something dies
He sees the unbecoming
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
I know the unbecoming
The worlds nevermade
The unmaking, I know them
And now I weep and pray
Whispers, Travelling
Now, the darkday has come
Now O know, now I see, that evil
never dies, it just sleeps
It just sleeps