End Is Silence — Throes of Dawn

Mournfully, the same sun rises again the times of yesterday are away wind howls the sights of those lonely, forgotten times

"Even time will come to an end"

We could hear the birds sing through the winds hum we were not like the others time revealed our nothingness

Let the stream of the wither wouldn't it be "nice" to sleep, to dream forever from the silence we awoke and into there we shall wither

we were the birds that sang in the winds?hum we were not like others end is our silence