When I hear the wind howling an enchanted melody
Like a magnetic force It commands my spirit
Draws me in intensively

There's something rather spiritual
Echoing from its sound
My thoughts they're governed led to think
Of those lost
Never found
As I hear the high pitched wailing
An eerie silence echos low
I feel the the hair stand on my neck
Spine tingling chills run slow
Captivated then entranced stunned rooted to the ground
Theres something Rather haunting
Echoing those lost

"It's in the sound"!