Near The Window کے بول

I am sitting near the window and emtpy eyes is what i feel cold wind from the east blowing like the breath of the beast cold wind from the east blowing like the breath of the beast Silence - Darkness without any sorrow Tears - are torture in my poor heart Fear - the mirror of my empty eyes Solitude - terrible space in my brain Death - the only right way for us now Death - the only right way for us Only wings are not freedom and only chains are not the jail I know that hope is not dead, though we aren't living anymore