I am the silence that enshrouds thee   in moments of deep contemplation of loss,   And in sadness it is I who enfolds thee   in a mantle of darkness,   It is I who olds thee, who smother thy madness   It is I who lies in the tomb and dies with thee...      And when I descend into thy broken dreams thy vision to mend,   I hear thy silent screams,   Bring me thy broken dreams,   I hear thy silent screams,   I'll mend thy broken dreams.