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The hand that smothers all dreams
Can never be lifted
From your tormented lips
Flew the infinity of pain
Cut down the voice
And let the echoes rise
To those dark clouds above
That hate our freedom

Before the arrival
Of the final Silence
You wished for the bright, liquid fire
The coldest silver
Like the purifying rain
To take you away
To take you away

Down in your pit
Where your broken body lies
I stare into your silence
Your eyes reflect the sky

Far away
Out of your reach
Those quicksilver clouds
The hand that smothers all dreams   Can never be lifted   From your tormented lips   Flew the infinity of pain   Cut down the voice   And let the echoes rise   To those dark clouds above   That hate our freedom      Before the arrival   Of the final Silence   You wished for the bright, liquid fire   The coldest silver   Like the purifying rain   To take you away   To take you away      Down in your pit   Where your broken body lies   I stare into your silence   Your eyes reflect the sky      Far away   Out of your reach   Those quicksilver clouds