I hear the whistling
I hear the whistling.
It chases me,
It blows everything away.
It began in the cemetery,
It was born from the wind.
I hear the whistling.
It’s wreaking havoc,
It's killing the land.
It’s making me run,
It’s taking me somewhere.
I hear the whistling.
It stops me from leaving,
It’s in my mind.
It pulls the strings,
It’s made me a puppet.
I hear the whistling.
It takes me to a forest,
It leads me into the dark.
It’s showing me a cave,
It takes me inside.
I can’t hear the whistling...
