Lyrics Black Horses Stampede - Textures

Black Horses Stampede

The wind, it unfolds me It takes me to the fields of no conceit
A thousand piercing voices
Cutting through the white noise as it Drains me for I am Merely a cloud that is drifting
By the trail of raindrops
Falling on their frozen faces.
Something inside
That stops bleeding from my eyes
My eyes ache from outside
I must resist.
Me flesh is weak
This spoken word that guides my blood
Sipping through the noise
Approaching like
Black horses stampede.
My heart beats with sorrow
It cries and fades away
Find me a way to pull through
To obey my reason.
For the times that I came
To the point that I couldn’t believe
Chasing the waves of decay
I will follow the path to release
There is nothing that is holding me down.
I can feel it is time to leave
Voices speak and echo in Empty beds of a salted sea
Unfolding winds ongoing.
As I stare through the window
I have been drawn by the myth of the pure
No fear, it takes me on the winds of unknowing.
Like fallout through fire I will dance on the wire
Which will lead me to legends that we all so admire
As we crave for the future I speak my desires
So these tormenting thoughts will commit suicide.