Silent splendor
Silent splendor
Dripping with time
Soft and tender
You’ll be mine
Crack an opening
I’ll be vigorous
And if my hands have to settle
I won’t let them sweat
Cold, cold is the venture
Embodied by voracious voices
Hollering in the wind
Sealing my fate
I’m a resident, yes
Humming along with you
I’m the sufferer, yes
Curling myself around you
Resonance is my weapon
…
Endurance is a state of mind
As the light flashes
Along red spells in the horizon
As the wind crashes
So should hope find its foundation
Silent splendor
Dripping, no, draining your might
Beneath your sheath
I shall keep nothing rugged
