howl of the stars mentality might change in people's heads that listen but don't hear before the silence falls down on everything the big silence after
that he made! A bishops rings a bell, A cloak of darkness fell across the ground Without a sound! The silent choir sing and in their silence, Bring jaded sound
It's the longest night Cold winds may blow On the longest night So we write our letters To those far away Any fool can see Ahead Distant sound of thunder A choir
by the music in his head, sung by an endless choir, called: "the Voices of the Dead". It's his longing for silence, for the absence of sound, that will
Who was chosen to stay And find out where this all begun? Fire is burning me Desire to set us free The choirs of glory Have now turned to silence The sound
Sometimes alone in the evening,I look outside my window, At the shadow in the night. I hear the sound of distant crying, the darkness multiplying, The
Sometimes alone in the evening,I look outside my window, At the shadow in the night. I hear the sound of distant crying, the darkness multiplying,
heartbeat in time Outside of the bass and the blitzing blastbeat A massive vacuum whose ambition's complete All-sound without sound booming all around All-sound without sound
Lying On My Bed Listening To [Twin Spirits Choir] That Strange Sequence [Genius] It's Calling Me Back [Twin Spirits Choir] That Strange Sequence [Genius] I Cannot Resist [Twin Spirits Choir
within dead hearts a bleeding face of pain one voice sounds sobing with horror that grows expired, unsure and sweet doing prayers with decaying souls
and zero seconds to put your entire life and the world around you in total perspective. What would you say? What would it sound like? [Choir music (
in the cold dark night I see a nalo in the rain round street light I stop and look and listen to the sound As the raindrops penetrates the silence all
out their hasty orisons. No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells; Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, - The shrill, demented choirs of
the night, hearken to the silence The wind sings in fir-trees, forest?s music rings Rueful is the tune, wailful the soughing Soothing is the choir, murmur
to the night, hearken to the silence The wind sings in fir-trees, forest's music rings Rueful is the tune, wailful the soughing Soothing is the choir,
heavenly paradise- ha! Silence surrounded him though he heard some beautiful moaning a whispering but yet so clear: "Oh my god, why have you abandoned us" it was the agonised choir