Storm is arising it's breath
slashing my face
The curtain is down and the sun
reflects on my blade
Many paths to tread and
my curious spirit is seeking fame
There's no home for lying

There's a book I'm writing
“Infamous acts of a pride man”
See the fallen changing glory
for phobia

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And the memories of my kind
Are including me at last
I desire to be a righteous soul

Enjoying the silence,
facing the horizon
Gripping my soul while
cursing those clouds
Enjoying… Enjoying…
Wrong place and wrong time
Sand storm surrounds me
In my time of dying.

[Chorus]

The horizon screaming…