''Sound that Raveges''
The sounds in this place seem to be faded.
All those sounds have been shaded.
By a wall of hatred.
These sounds could be oh so sacred.
I am this one and only person. Foreseeing the truth is only a mere blur. Sound is what makes it superb.
Even the sound of the black wind, belows throughout the air.
Making a scream and a whistle but I do not care.
It is, but a whisper in the wind.Nothing more than a new sin.
This is why I let the sounds, ravege my soul that I have found.
