Do u believe in the art of growing old?
Do u believe that someone can save your soul...

Wispered breaths from dry,
grey tongues...

Play me music.
A song from the ages...

Set this world on fire.
Flash a blaze with every wisper...

The shadows speak
of darkness...

Wispered breaths from dry,
grey tongues...

Silent songs that rip through sleep,
vexation...