Let the sun burn the earth   let the sun boil seas and see them swallow the shores   driving man into windowless reguge    from thunder   from flooding tides   and in once violent places   there's nothing left to stir   and in once trodden places   all is baren there is nothing now   nothing left to stir   now in forgotten places   ash clouds from fires abroad         Silence sounds   tired but more simple   silence binds   ends of ages    together         With all of our prayers and hopes   we give you our blessing for silence   now with all the windows closed    we must implore you to silence   sometimes it's not what you say   but what you choose not to say      Silence sounds   tired but more simple   silence binds   ends of ages      silence sounds    tired but more simple   silence binds   ends of ages   together