Текст песни Silent Hour (The Conjugation)

Breath in the solemn wind That blows throughout the sands Breath in the sadness of our souls The specters dancing over and beneath The ground is growing out of shape Silent hour Mystic and strange The silence growing louder upon Silent hour Voices so faint The silence now is roaring upon The doomsday clock is ticking Heavy ’cross the sands Final hours of eclipse Hear their muteness telling, all of us to abide Sounds are flowing out of shape Silent hour Mystic and strange The silence growing louder upon Silent hour Voices so faint The silence now is roaring upon