Those Who Hide Their Plight

We were alone in silence, concealed the curse by sound You were coming toward us as a herd of lions We were afraid in silence, you were the crowd inflow Hurried the knees, the fear insight, the trace of wind on your legs You threaten star, you play my girl into the shelter You are the ones, underlined, that make us feel mortified By the will of no name fools, no name heroes will fall Wrestle with them, your grave is already dug Wrestle with volition while you'll see, liars, liars Wrestle with them, you'll fly in opposite way You will start to gain your reason, you will start to bear your fall Even if you're mum, I hear you This is Cum Tacent Clamant