From The Stare To The Storm letra

You know, I Have foreseen
The air folded by the lines of your stare

Your stare

Hear me out
I will shout when you can't hear me

The wind would hit hard on my back
Carrying the fierce dust of your breath

Your breath

Hear me out
I will shout when you can't hear me


Tender your tender breeze cutting the skin like a sick shiver
Tender your tender breeze cutting the skin like a sick shiver

From your stare would grow a storm
Dust, invading me, (dust)
disintegrating me
Hurling me around the eye
The eye, I wish I would become

Tender your tender breeze cutting the skin like a sick shiver
Tender your tender breeze cutting the skin like a sick shiver

From your stare would grow a storm
Dust, invading me, (dust)
disintegrating me
Hurling me around the eye
The eye, I wish I would become

Chaoswave - Letras

• From The Stare To The Storm
• Hate Create
• Mask And Mirror
• Swept Away