Those who hide their plight

We were alone in silence, concealed the curse by sound
You were coming toward us as a herd of lions
We were afraid in silence, you were the crowd inflow

Hurried the knees, the fear insight, the trace of wind on your legs
You threaten star, you play my girl into the shelter
You are the ones, underlined, that make us feel mortified
By the will of no name fools, no name heroes will fall

Wrestle with them, your grave is already dug
Wrestle with volition while you’ll see, liars, liars
Wrestle with them, you’ll fly in opposite way
You will start to gain your reason, you will start to bear your fall
Even if you’re mum, I hear you
This is [bad word] Tacent Clamant