In the shadow of the end
Silence is profound
Hold on to what you have left
Before you make a sound

Dust inside your stones
Howling wind that blows

I would rather trust a man
Who doesn’t shout what he’s found
For it is not fit to brag
Who is honor-bound

Dust inside your stones
Howling wind that blows

Everybody knows the truth
Still they do not dare
In the absence of your voice
No one cracks the air

Dust inside your stones
Howling wind that blows