The wind rovers when all lay asleep
In dead men chest; they lock doors as fear rovers
Free is the spirit, cold is its feel
Child of the night, your skin is dark heeding my feel
A chill of cold I spite through your flesh to bone
U feel my anguish, shiver through dry bone as teeth grind
Hide for your master knows not of nights
.......
I stop and my eyes wide sight the stars edged at the sky Far East all is bright for the mother of night has is awake
The full moon glows stealing the skies
Children of the night; this is all my light
Sought a path for only now I illuminate your path
Follow the wind for though spiteful it bends to my will
At night they sleep living in dreams
At day they sleep soaked thoughts
Free your mind for all is mindless
Wisdom is sought darkness…
For if not lost how then enlightened
For if lays in plain sight why then so many fools
Stay hungry; stay foolish
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 5:38 AM UTC
The wind rovers when all lay asleep
In dead men chest; they lock doors as fear rovers
Free is the spirit, cold is its feel
Child of the night, your skin is dark heeding my feel
A chill of cold I spite through your flesh to bone
U feel my anguish, shiver through dry bone as teeth grind
Hide for your master knows not of nights
.......
I stop and my eyes wide sight the stars edged at the sky Far East all is bright for the mother of night has is awake
The full moon glows stealing the skies
Children of the night; this is all my light
Sought a path for only now I illuminate your path
Follow the wind for though spiteful it bends to my will
At night they sleep living in dreams
At day they sleep soaked thoughts
Free your mind for all is mindless
Wisdom is sought darkness…
For if not lost how then enlightened
For if lays in plain sight why then so many fools
Stay hungry; stay foolish