Windinseaandwhine (Herbivore)

Sound, isn't it strange How the layers play and intertwine Sound, isn't it strange Like the ancient wind in sea & whine Sound, upon her whim Whispering she won't wait for him His writ, a heavy limb Frails & flails Spinning hymns Spinning him Spinning him Flails & frails and spinning hymns Spinning him through sea in whine The ancient wind in sea & whine Still, a seraphim of irridescence will Pulse & pull you in As you leak away your hydrogen 'Till your lungs give in Faint, I hear her roar And ricochet off the ocean floor Round an ambient wade In textures all unheard before Faint, I hear her roar And ricochet off the ocean floor Round in ambient wade In textures all unheard before Heard before Herbivore In textures all unheard before Heard before Herbivore In textures I haven't heard before Still, a seraphim of irridescence will Pulse & pull Pulse & pull you in As you leak away your hydrogen 'Till your lungs give in Sound, isn't it strange Sound, isn't it strange Sound, isn't it strange Sound, isn't it strange