The hand that smothers all dreams
Can never be lifted
From your tormented lips

Flew the infinity of pain
Cut down the voice
And let the echoes rise

To those dark clouds above
That hate our freedom


Before the arrival
Of the final Silence
You wished for the bright, liquid fire

The coldest silver
Like the purifying rain
To take you away

To take you away

Down in your pit

Where your broken body lies
I stare into your silence
Your eyes reflect the sky


Far away
Out of your reach

Those quicksilver clouds