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• Artiste: Textures
• Titre: Black Horses Stampede
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The wind, it unfolds me It takes me to the fields of no conceit A thousand piercing voices Cutting through the white noise as it Drains me for I am Merely a cloud that is drifting By the trail of raindrops Falling on their frozen faces Something inside That stops bleeding from my eyes My eyes ache from outside I must resist My flesh is weak This spoken word that guides my blood Sipping through the noise Approaching like Black horses stampede My heart beats with sorrow It cries and fades away Find me a way to pull through To obey my reason For the times that I came to the point that I couldn't believe Chasing the waves of decay I will follow the path to release There is nothing that is holding me down I can feel it is time to leave Voices speak and echo in Empty beds of a salted sea Unfolding winds ongoing As I share through the windows I have drawn by the myth of the pure No fear, it takes me on the winds of unknowing Like fallout through fire I will dance on the wire Which will lead me to legends that will all so admire As we crave for the future I speak my desires So these tormenting thoughts will commit suicide