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.