A voice with no sound
A story unfolds about
A young girl from Orrenshire
She was to everyone
A freak with no ears
So she left set in silence
Alongside the river
She knew a village
For the empty at heart
Home of everyone
That looked for a dream
And never got out
Neoma, Neoma
What whispers in your heart?
Neoma, Neoma
What whispers in your heart?
A big flock of birds
Are forming a cloud
It's a void to the shadows
Of people in peace
With faces so cold
No more signs of emotion
But Neoma never felt
The fading of her soul
It was the singing
Of the birds
That made the people go
A rock from her hand leaves
To a bird in her sight
It turns out it's a fight
Against a robot in the sky
Neoma climbs a hill
And sees a big machine
From where the birds
Are coming from
And the people working beneath
Neoma, Neoma
What whispers in your heart?
Neoma, Neoma
What whispers in your heart?
Life in Orrenshire
Was always meant to blow
And the big machine
That's come feeding on their souls
A fire inside
One of justice and rage
Igniting every action
Set out to free
And destroy the machine
She goes forth as a warrior
The silence returned
And the people were free
But their faces were doleful
She took away the thing
That made them want to stay
It's the story of Neoma
Neoma and the birds