was the sound of breathing, your attempt to stall. Silence means nothing, silence is nothing, silence be nothing, so we could be alright. Silence means nothing, silence
set for damage Prepare the soul To control and manage Cut the groove Make it rough like a chainsaw Inject a beat eat meat like carnivore Trumpets sound
The radiance of time In the beginningest dream Halls of disorder Where we are swept to encircle dawn Strapped in a low car Racing thru silence Trumpeting
At the trumpets of Jericho, still the walls remain Blow the trumpets of Jericho, still the walls remain At the end of the rainbow, there the grail remains Sound the trumpets
find a shelter in your wings I find my self-remembering That I'm in a dream Blow your moonlit trumpet And sound my tone Sing to me your silence
, was none to be found We stood in the wake of delusion Cleansed with the news I travelled for Seeking the voice that was calling In silence, the sounding trumpets
and silenced faces Turn towards the sky To behold in fear and wonder how the firmanent turns dark By the sound of a lonely trumpet calling And countless
this soul of disease Exhaling these locust swarms within the exorcist entombed Scars from the skies as hell crawls from this oblivion This funeral dirge as trumpets sound
praise to you Satan In the heights of Heaven where you once reigned In the depths of Hell where you dream in silence Sound the trumpets into the crimson
radiance of time In the beginningest dream Halls of disorder Where we are swept to encircle dawn Strapped in a low car Racing thru silence Trumpeting
arms my love returns in splendour! PIANGI (HANNIBAL) Once more to those sweetest of charms my heart and soul surrender! CHORUS The trumpeting elephants sound
like these The silence keeps me from sleep The lonely moon looks down on me The clouds like cost haunt the sky I thought I heard a trumpet sound I looked
the trumpets of Jericho Still the walls remain Blow the trumpets of Jericho Still the walls remain At the end of the rainbow There the grail remains Sound the trumpets
time for war. The hour has come for us to raise our hands and bring a change on this world. Silence our insecurities from our lips. Let your trumpets sound
I'm about to react [Chorus] Yup, we ain't just funky but wild, ah-ah No, you don't want to see me clown, ah-ah No, tomorrow sounds like right now, ah
come to scrounge I haven?t come to cut you down I don?t want your gown, not trying to hunt your crown No twenty-one gun salute flags or trumpet sounds
