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I hear the breath of ghosts Hiding behind the wind Like an icy choir exhaling A promise to rescind I hear the breath of ghosts Escaping from their lungs Calling forth the names of those That took away their tongues CHORUS: A temporary permanence A fortress of onionskin With motives so transparent With no means to an end I feel the breath of ghosts Like fingers on my skin Tracing senseless patterns Revealing nothing in the end I hear the breath of ghosts Whisper in my ear With every drooling syllable It preys upon my fear From Letras Mania