Shallow Rivers - Echoes Of The Fall

These Days Drowse In Silence But When Wind Grows Strong Rains Will Drop ‘’Sometimes I hear what can’t be heard in a summer evening threshold when fresh air luring with its crispness makes you stay outdoors for a while. For those who retain their sanity even when asleep and fear never waking up again the sounds are hidden. Thus the chain of events is foreseen and night replaces fading day. But the insane whose minds are possessed by enigmatic nymphs look through the silent evening regardless the clock tower dial and shiver and smell the scent of autumn soil moisture” What Has Been Seen Cannot Be Forgotten Even In a Dream At the edge Of Morning Dawn I Dive In Echoes of the Fall Facing Freezing Storms At the Gates of Winter Morning Brainstorm Melts in Vanity Of Another Day To Dwell As the Slumber Overtakes Me All Those Visions Rise Haunting Memories Enforce My Agony Entail Spiritual Decay Colors Blinding Sounds Deafening No Return To Life Can’t ease my pain Seek for relief My dying hope Begs from the Nymphs Nymphs of Wailing Wind Here I Fall Asleep All I Have Is Yours Just Sing To Me Sing To Me Never Fade Away