Lletres: Subseven. Family Secrets.

Past the party outside the walls
Into the dark we all follow
Cool night air, no words spoken
The plans they made, we all broke them

Made for abundance
In this torch lit, in this circle
We are the ones
Who understands all these whispers

Past the party, through the woods
Hear the message, misunderstood
Listen closely, the word is ours
Family secrets inside our hearts

Made for abundance
In this torch lit, in this circle
We are the ones
Who understands all these whispers

Made for abundance
In this torch lit, in this circle
We are the ones
Who understands all these whispers

Made for abundance
In this torch lit, in this circle
We are the ones
Who understands all these whispers

Made for abundance
In this torch lit, in this circle
We are the ones
Who understands all these whispers

Past the party, through the woods
Hear the message, misunderstood
Listen closely, the word is ours
Listen closely, no words spoken

The plans they made, we all broke them
Hear the message, misunderstood
Listen closely, the word is ours