A Voice in the Dark - Tacere

In the leafy shades of a wildwood
reflections of a distant light
A tempting celestial song
calling into the light leading to the sky
Somber so very intense kneeling to the ground
Gripe the soil It turns into dust
Desperate fingers grasping nothing
Escaping the vision so horrid
Wandering through a meadow of grass
On the misty ground sits a raven
Staring silently in despise it speaks:
Denizen of demons path inhabitant of ground at last
Never fear the horned pact
be a part in the immense essence of life
We are the organ pipes of living frailty:
A voice in the dark so strong yet so fragile
Now touch the serpent's tongue and feel a true relief
The flower must wither the flower must die
We are the organ pipes of living frailty:
A voice in the dark so strong yet so fragile
Now touch the serpent's tongue and feel a true relief
The flower must wither the flower must die again