And the Wind Cries Death I

Begotten

Compositor: Bobby Prentice

I make my way back
I can barely see
The only sound is the shrieking wind
Crying, calling
It beckons me in different directions

I hear voices
They lead me astray

It cannot be far now
But I am lost

I won’t make it home
Deceived by the storm
The wind scores my skin

Night comes quickly
AIDS my misery
Black and white horizon
Fades behind blowing snow