whispers unknown

we have been here before,we are the night,

we are still slaves in hell,we are the fire,

dreams foretell as death evolves,pain lets it see,

black winds tear through the sun,

and they tear through me,

within this dying fire,one spirit speaks,

open your eyes to your soul,

let your mind be free,

maybe I will catch a train and come trip with you,

we share the same hate towards god,

if your wounds dont seem to heal,

then let them bleed,

you will learn as death evolves,

we are the free.