silence is growing longer
darkness creeps out of space
the words are growing older
a mist covers that place

silence is growing stronger
a shadow fills the sight
time trickles through our fingers
slowly decreases fight

silence is growing colder
rime, clothe me in your coat
as answers lie there frozen
dreams drift in Charon's boat

silence is growing deeper
oblivion gently creeps
over the graves of angels
the wind of silence sweeps