Still untrodden my land lies.
On and on, still no wind blows.
I move on as I want to stay deep inside.
Dangers in my head are rising.
Denying what has been before.
Forever dangers rising high.
Veils my certainty of what is left to see.
(but it might end in wisdom.)
This storm will raise a kingdom.
Agony (inhaled by black tornados.)
There's nothing left for me.
On and on, still no wind blows.
I move on as I want to stay deep inside.
Dangers in my head are rising.
Denying what has been before.
Forever dangers rising high.
Dangers in my head are rising,
trying to amend the lies I'm in.
Forever dangers in my head are rising high.
Dangers in my head are rising.
Denying what has been before.
Forever dangers rising high in my head.
Dangers in my head are rising,
trying to amend the lies I'm in.
Forever dangers in my head are rising high.