The Sleep - Scream Silence

Gone my nous

Like winds in summer

Blown my waywardness

My vaunt is gone

Blown away

Oh my fairyland

Still wane

Gone in quiet

My passions

Burned out

My desire to steer

Stumbles careful

To hide my inner fears

Torn the robe

Oh in gone day I weared

Crawling slow

In myself

I’m getting tired

To follow in The rising twilights

My courage so waned