Nocturnal Depression
The Whispering Spectrum
Midnight's bell rings, the air is becoming colder Sounds of sadness reaching me Each night I hear their whispers I feel their sorrow, their lost souls All around me they stay Their laments trapped here, all sounds, all tearsI can hear them, crying to me I can see them, searching for help I can feel them, their cold spectral hands The whispering spectrum is standing next to you Some screams of suffering Coming from the depths of darkness I rise each day, each night, Walking silently among you Your breath turns cold, as you cover yourself But even those things can't hear you I'm not alone there, around you in this peace You know it, we are all your past errors Hear my words, do what I tell you See the death you gave birth Feel the sorrow that you hide I'm the whispering spectrum, to be free, kill yourself
From Letras Mania