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Praise the silence

And become...

Pray for our Eden,

The womb of resurrection

Pray in silence

To become...

Let the fallen be forgiven

And guide them to oblivion

Strength is my star

Silence my weapon

For our own final war

Raise the glasses

Hold them high

Mother Death

Is almost nigh

You're alone, just lost and cold

A dirty secret to hold.

You're alive when you look

Into the light

One sip and

It's done

Our eyes will meet them

To take you to the Father Sun

Pray in fear

Men's madness is clear

All its demons so dear

Are for smaller souls to adhere

Strength is my star

Silence my weapon

For our own final war.

Will you tell me you're alive?

When there's nothing to hold?