Ah, the song of the silence
what beauty and depth to each line...

What storm of this world can make it tremble,
this silhouette that I blindly follow...

We still recall them, those who spoke
of where the winds of fate would find us...

Like in a dream of starlit skies,
my feet bore me into the wild...

Thy blandishments, so riveting,
hath captur`d me, engulf`d my heart...

Though be this hour dark and cold,
and in the faintest rain...

My soul will blend with autumn`s wind,
roam pained by roses grown within...

Faretheewell, cruel summer,
so lief thine winds expire...

Up from the dawning east,
there rose no hope today...

Eyes wide open
in the darkest place...

Where now falls the silver the saved us?
Where now sleeps the passion we rose with...

Lest she should fade too swiftly
into the mists of time...