[Instrumental intro] [Heavy Distorted Guitar] [Slow Doom Metal Beat] [Dark Atmosphere] [Verse 1] [Deep Gritty Voice] The Yellow Fan is sweeping words away, Who you truly are — no one will ever know. Inside your head, the Painted Wind will play, While heavy boots upon your mind will go. [Verse 2] [Aggressive] [Heavy Bass] A tired Flute is wheezing out its breath, Tracing patterns of Melancholy's lace... The film has faded, whispering of death, The Sun is sleeping, mud boils in this place. [Chorus] [Powerful Growl] [Fast Drums] The Yellow Wind is sweeping all the words! The Sun is sleeping. Melancholy. Dirt. The tired Flute is out of tune and screams, The movie’s boring, falling at the seams! It’s time to leave, to leave it all behind, But where to go? No path for me to find! [Verse 3] [Melodic but Heavy] The Yellow Wind is sweeping words away, Who you truly are — no one will ever know. Inside your head, the Painted Fan will stay, Searching for a plateau where the shadows grow. [Bridge] [Guitar Solo] [Screaming Strings] [Chaotic] [Chorus] [Maximum Power] [Heavy Metal] The Yellow Wind is sweeping all the words! The Sun is sleeping. Melancholy. Dirt. The tired Flute is out of tune and screams, The movie’s boring, falling at the seams! It’s time to leave, to leave it all behind, But where to go? No path for me to find! [Outro] [Slow Heavy Riffs] [Whisper] The Yellow Wind is sweeping words... The Sun is sleeping... [End] [Feedback Noise] [Fade to Silence]
