Harrowing Winds کے بول

Lost in the translation of these whispers Spinning around in my head in a vicious circle It's all I hear, it's all I see Telling me everyone is my enemy Dissolving the passion that runs through my veins With every passing hour my identity divides and regroups Thoughts carry through distressed trails Diffusing into a doleful calm I sense the hatred has finally consumed me Drifting in the still smoke that clouds this dim lit room A thick film that coats these dirty lenses Shaping an atmosphere of discontentment and spite Through the fog a distant shadow awaits Foretelling the harrowing winds to come Lost in the translation of these whispers Spinning around in my head in a vicious circle It’s all I hear, it’s all I see