Close your eyes, embrace the silence.
For your heart shall never feel again.
Your withered hands, wet with tears...
But cry not my son, you shall never die.
Rising cold, the thunders roll in,
From east to west, encircling in blazing
Silence.
Your wreath, shall be woven through the ages.
Eternal life awaits.
Sweet respite, evoking beauty.
All this time, echoes far from sleep.
Your lucid mind, frenzied sound.
And black now your sun, sinking in the skies.
Rising cold, the thunders roll in,
From east to west, encircling in blazing
Silence.
Your wreath, shall be woven through the ages.
Eternal life awaits.
All I see is the flickering of flames
Roaring down stream.
All I taste is the salt of ancient seas
Lay me to rest.