Black Herd

What if the shadow burned over Over your worst and closest dreams And all the steps turned into pieces Until the end of wasted ways? The black herd screams The things you cannot say Until the order Until the order They cry out smelling a sick mind And feed themselves with a painful due To march in time at the rhythm of their hoofs To march in time... close enough... They're close enough What if the shadow burned the sun? What if the shadow burned the sun? They are coming away They are coming away They are coming away They are coming away They are coming away for me Breaking borders... can I make them stronger? Breaking borders... can I make them stronger? They cannot take me away They cannot take me away Cry of a lie Cry of a lie There's no place where to be free All the ways are ready to bleed Wincing just to remain awake Searching for escape What if the shadow burned over Over your worst and closest dreams And all the steps turned into pieces Until the end of wasted ways?