When days begin to breathe shorter

and the unbending frost creeps through the woods

When primitive strength seems to be perfect

then you can hear the silence



We are all surrounded by them

They are day and night, life and death

They are the sovereigns of our presence

Awake, awake with new power



When the songs of birds are fading away

And the previously pleasures of mankind

Oh when all these are lying down to rest

The the silence begins to live



All whispers in the wind

from the ghosts of silence

Into the pristine woods they lure

frightened is the mind but clear



Don't deny their existence

because staying silent let they upraise

The ghosts of silence

Arise, arise into this world