Imaad Wasif. Widow Wing. Zeneszám

In the wild where the winds
And the wolves howl to the sky
WIsh away under a spirit shroud
Vanish into yourself and never come out

It's a bad dream
But we're gonna rise from the morning
With an an alibi

There's a weight you're carrying
The gravedigger's spade
Underround closing in
A death tripper's fate
On a clipper ferrying yourself into Hades

It's a bad dream
But we're gonna rise from the morning
With an an alibi
Stop the dawning
And widowig your bride

They're dragging the lakes
They're stalking the woodds
They're looking for you
But you're misunderstood
You slip through the alley
And on to a train with no destination
You forget her name