Craft - The Silence Thereafter | Текст песни

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• The Silence Thereafter

The feeling as if cold, jagged steel was carving your flesh.
The knowledge of order, chaos and all in between.
The awareness of a cold world in which no one breathes.
And with yearn.

The loneliness in a universe of unlimited creatures.
The undiscriminating hate, the curse of being a god.
The melancholy of ghosts haunting wherever we go.
We are their castles.

The phantoms of other times finding its ways through the mist.
The useless excellence of a world without soul, world without hope.
The violent, ghastly storms of rage.
And the silence thereafter.

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