Let the sun burn the earth let the sun boil seas and see them swallow the shores driving man into windowless reguge from thunder from flooding tides and in once violent places there's nothing left to stir and in once trodden places all is baren there is nothing now nothing left to stir now in forgotten places ash clouds from fires abroad Silence sounds tired but more simple silence binds ends of ages together With all of our prayers and hopes we give you our blessing for silence now with all the windows closed we must implore you to silence sometimes it's not what you say but what you choose not to say Silence sounds tired but more simple silence binds ends of ages