And nothing more that keeps its sense 
fire looses its warmth and its light 
The [bad word] is lost behind a fence 
cannot show what is wrong and what’s right 

Just silence stays forevermore 
to be an only friendly guest. 
To be a keeper of the lore 
Which can't be found in your quest 

But dusk and void became alive 
they call, they pray, they whisper to be heard 
And ask to join them, just to try 
to turn into a songless bird 

They ask, they call, they pray, they force 
to leave your grave under grey stone 
To cross all borders, break the doors 
to understand that you are all alone