Whispers of Sin

I listened to the sound of the rebirth and chaos
 Timid essence of an ancestral ego
 I had the visions of an enchanted world
 Mucked up by the vile actions of men
 I abandoned the oasis of fragility
 In the desert of my confusion
 I abandoned the oasis of fragility
 In the desert of my confusion
 I listened to the sound of the rebirth and chaos
 Timid essence of an ancestral ego
 I had the visions of an enchanted world
 Mucked up by the vile actions of men
 But delighted by the whisperings of sin
 If spirits shook hearts and minds, hearts and minds
 Then souls would rise to splendid capricious and prismatic beings
 No longer in the shade of pain trees
 In the not-light of few angels and fairies in ecstasy
 That bewitch suffering and turn it into blinding, gratifying night
 I listened to the sound of the rebirth and chaos
 Timid essence of an ancestral ego
 I had the visions of an enchanted world
 Mucked up by the vile actions of men