Silent Waters Leprous

The smell of disharmony
Makes a tear hit the ground
To the state of misanthropy
Is the soul of every man bound

The smell of disharmony
Makes a tear hit the ground
To the state of misanthropy
Is the soul of every man bound

Standing on a misty shore
Gazing into the night
Buried emotions from within
Came clear before my sight

Wicked winds whisper
And it enters the dark
See grotesque pictures of pain
And my mind sets its mark

The smell of disharmony
Makes a tear hit the ground
To thе state of misanthropy
Is the soul of evеry man bound

Now I see why I came here
I resent that foul day
The day they took you away
I don′t want to be free