I am the silence that enshrouds thee

in moments of deep contemplation of loss,

And in sadness it is I who enfolds thee

in a mantle of darkness,

It is I who olds thee, who smother thy madness

It is I who lies in the tomb and dies with thee...



And when I descend into thy broken dreams thy vision to mend,

I hear thy silent screams,

Bring me thy broken dreams,

I hear thy silent screams,

I'll mend thy broken dreams.