Unsheltered Silence

(Wasee Rahman Chowdhury)

This song is about faith and belief for those who were blinded by devotion without logic in their cause, never pausing it to realize what they've done throughout their life until death them paid a visit.

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Horns don’t make a demon
And this bounty won’t heal the fallen
The grave I dug for a roaming torment
Forever hollow in repentance

Never did it come my way
Never did it come my way

My words carve out
The totems of doubt
From the ice beneath my senses

Cast away
In a fostered charade
My revelations misguide your message

No more anguish
No more loss
It’s only the commitment of the holocaust
I pledged my breathes to rot against

No more will the departed voices
Scream croon a hymn of guidance
As long as the inferno on our lips
Redeem the unsheltered silence

Thorns don’t make my fingers bleed
A recreation of perfection
As the damned will grieve and angels weep
I’ll hunt for my extinction

A pastor for the betrayed
A pastor for the betrayed

My blood will sear
The decree of fear
Written in plague and salvation

Past the decades
That once paved
Hopes for the frostbitten

No more anguish
No more loss
It’s only the commitment of the holocaust
I pledged my breathes to rot against

No more will the departed voices
Scream or croon a hymn of guidance
As long as the inferno on our lips
Redeem the unsheltered silence

Myths washed ashore
Where the sun will shine nevermore
I harbor the rabid and the hunted
From what we envisage as the desecrated

No more anguish
No more loss
It’s only the commitment of the holocaust
I pledged my breathes to rot against

No more will the departed voices
Scream or croon a hymn of guidance
As long as the inferno on our lips
Redeem the unsheltered silence
© Wasee Rahman Chowdhury 2022