The shadow of tonight’s insomnia Takes me to the lonely land Of desolate moors and silence
Away from the city lights Forgotten the whores’ thirsty lips Beyond the walls of glass and concrete To much more deeper senses
Primeval and dark, unrecalled silence Unified with memories from a bleak childhood I came here to die, at least in my thoughts Seeking the silence to a motionless state The wind is the weeper above my fallen body Cold smell of decay portraits the face of the night Dressed in the far away echoes of memories
My song burns out upon this dark landscape Silence Silence is everything Silence She is everything
