When days begin to breathe shorter
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and the unbending frost creeps through the woods
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When primitive strength seems to be perfect
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then you can hear the silence
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We are all surrounded by them
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They are day and night, life and death
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They are the sovereigns of our presence
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Awake, awake with new power
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When the songs of birds are fading away
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And the previously pleasures of mankind
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Oh when all these are lying down to rest
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The the silence begins to live
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All whispers in the wind
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from the ghosts of silence
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Into the pristine woods they lure
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frightened is the mind but clear
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Don't deny their existence
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because staying silent let they upraise
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The ghosts of silence
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Arise, arise into this world
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Ghosts Of Silence
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| Abyssaria |
