Foreign settlers of the disparate days are stranger and the night comes close we borrow fear and death deny the lives we chose crawling on the floor while loosing our breath
And then theres silence a ringing in our ears And then theres silence and we see the moving of our will
Foreign travellers of the equality men are stranger and the beast comes close we borrow hate and greed all hail the end we chose hanging from the walls and cut the hand that feeds
And then theres silence a ringing in our ears And then theres silence and we see the moving of our will
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There will be silence All that possessions enriched with fears and all the weeping of countless years will end in a fountain of tears
And then theres silence and all the darkness in our hearths will from now on tear us apart