The wind rises
The clouds are drawing near
The man thinks he knows what’s coming
Pieces from other days are floating in
Ancient pains resurfaced
Now it is time for a sea of change
He’s been washed away
Unaware of the whiplash around him
Confusion erupts
Comprehending the cost
The stains of time
Start to pour out of his mind
All senses are gone
His friends are moving on
He’s lost inside
Where the cold starts to thrive
He may not yet be gone…
But his stitches are coming undone
His heart is racing against those lost drops of life
All colors are changing
Can barely recognize the man
He’s losing his grip
The mind seems to be his enemy
Stone cold and trying to reach
Lost control over his limbs
Out there, he’s gathering himself
The train of thought is faltering
Conscious, unaware of his surrounding
This storm may claim his body...
Growing pain of a lost body
Tingling sensation of the floating mind
He can see the shine of the ice
Can’t perceive how it came to be
Almost out of breath
The pulse is fading
He is reaching to the light
The frozen body is left behind
credits
from Primal,
released February 25, 2022
Music by Srefa
Mix & master by Aner Baruch
Was almost asleep and started listening to this. Now I’ll probably be up for another few hours. Thank you Repose and Fallenin!
Waldmark, no problem! ☕️💪 aelia
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