The wind is howling
Conjuring my fears
The thunder is booming
My time is too near

The truth
The lies
There is
No right
The truth
The lies
Struggling to fly

It seems my time is beckoning
Shadows converge to light my way
Spirits of dead and bliss
This storm understands

It's pain, lingering
My spine, tingling
I cannot comprehend
The night whispering

Falling
Destroying
Destroying
Becoming

(X4)

It seems my time is beckoning
Shadows converge to light my way
Spirits of dead and bliss
This storm understands

By falling, I am destroying
By destroying I am becoming
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Asylum Of Mirrors Lyrics

Twice Stricken – Asylum Of Mirrors Lyrics