The Silence of Our Wake - Barock Project

They walk down the streets again

So close they can hear our pain

Beyond the clouds

That empty place

One fine frozen face

Half alive

I can’t explain

Invasion seems over now

Where the few are on the run

Then they strikes again

They crawl down their slides again

But now I can’t feel the rain

Behind the sun

That perfect face

One fine summer’s day

Still alive

I don’t know why

Fighting’s over now

Still a few are on the run

Then they strikes again

Wish I knew where I could hide

I could try to disappear in the crispest night

Summoned back again

They race down the streets again

And now I can hear their names

They had come

In ancient times

One fine summer’s day

It’s all true

I can’t explain

Invasion is over now

Where the few are on the run

Here they come again

Wish I knew where I could hide

I could try to disappear in the deadly night

Wish I knew where I could hide

I could try to disappear in the alien night

Summoned back again

In the final days

In the silence of our wake

When the time will come to face towards the sun

At the shiny gates

All the flowers ain’t worth dying for

Preying to a throne on top of bones

When you’ll see

When the time will come to face

We’re only mortal men

In the silence of our wake

And you will leave

The world and all we know

Dimly ashes burn

And the sea evaporates

You will wave your magic wand

With tragic grace

The world will say goodbye in horrific flames

You will wave your magic wand

With tragic grace

The Earth will only be an empty space

One day you’ll see

When the time will come to face

This world will disappear

In the silence of our wake

And will you leave

The world that we all know

Faintest fire glows

And we evaporate

You will wave your magic wand

With tragic grace

The world will say goodbye in horrific flames

You will wave your magic wand

With tragic grace

The Earth will only be an empty space

I believed in you

No mercy and forgotten seeds

I would believe in you

Must be some sort of soul in you

Must we die

Must we fry

Misty eyed

No tears to cry