Wail of the Banshees

In the river of the fallen

An obscuration of dreams

Dusty pictures in the bedroom

Did we leave the mirror broken?

To form a prison, we live

Even my screams must be fed

Into the river of mists

A transformation of dreams

The innocence of my tears

How can I drown with the leaves?

No more tears for the future

And the banshees are wailing again

No more tears for the future

And the storm is starting anew