In the past the question’s clear.
How could they let that be?
But the madness in the mirror
seems impossible to see.
The harmless prisoners
silenced by the walls.
The cursed listeners
who can’t help but to hear them all.
Never should have been before.
Should never be again.
It’s pounding down the door.
The Wailing Wind.
Little wonder in this heat
hides behind his mother’s hand
too much that he has seen
he will never understand.
Never should have been before.
Should never be again.
But here we are once more
in The Wailing Wind.