Throes Of Dawn - Quicksilver Clouds lyrics

The hand that smothers all dreams Can never be lifted From your tormented lips Flew the infinity of pain Cut down the voice And let the echoes rise To those dark clouds above That hate our freedom Before the arrival Of the final Silence You wished for the bright, liquid fire The coldest silver Like the purifying rain To take you away To take you away Down in your pit Where your broken body lies I stare into your silence Your eyes reflect the sky Far away Out of your reach Those quicksilver clouds