The Silence (That I Call Speech) - Golden Apes

One word, one path, one crack… A fevered free-fall…

My boiling blood is bearing land…

One rock, one storm, my flesh… A hallowed kingdom…

A lured refuge in heaven’s tent…

I follow the crossed way…

One sword, one cut, one doubt… A severed fortune…

I cast the seed into the night…

A name, a crown, a bliss… A shivering presage…

I see a pale sun, drowned in light…

To follow the crossed way…

I follow the crossed way down to silence…

I follow the crossed way, that I call speech…

One kiss, one will, one dream… A crumbled memory…

I see the world’s pain in two eyes…

One truth, one love, one lie… A mute illusion…

A star resigns in orphan skies…

To follow the crossed way…

One word, one faith, one fault… A bitter rising…

I breath the echoes of the calm…

One stab, one fall, one oath… I swear to regain

Your unveiled face in new days dawn…

So I follow the crossed way