The Quiet کے بول

And this silence is her life Falling fast into the dark November sky Over voices she shall cry Soundless screams are felt before the sun can rise Hear her voice is strong as steel Speaking long dead nams to keep the evening still In her heart teast all time Trapped for now in faith that death is still alive To the fields and seas again Without sign we wander through the haze of this dark land In a dream she gently cries In a tear her story moves to find the floor And she speaks before she goes away Carry on my friend, but leave me not alone 'Til the riegn of sleep again Without sight we wander through the haze of this dark land To the fields and seas again Without sight she wanders trough the haze of this lost land To the seas again 'Till we find our lives agian And the waves are crashing hard against the farthest shore