I walk though the valley of the dead.
Looking alone at old friends and family, their lights extinguished like candles.
No tomb made for them to sleep.
No Payers said for the dead.
All that greets the dead is the silence in the night.

Fires lick at me from afar.
They call my name, telling me “Come, warm yourself in my light.”
But it is a false light.
A light that burns only for Demons pleasure in the silence.

Ghosts haunt me in the night.
Ever crying my name.
Calling, “Come, rest your head for but a moment.”
But it is a false sleep.
For all that awaits me is the eternal sleep of death in the silence.

I hear them coming!
Red flags just out of reach of my hand.
Calling, “Look! I come to save you in your pain.”
But it is a false hope.
As they get closer, I fall farther away in the dark silence.

I listen to the payers of many.
They cry, “Eli Eli, Lema Sabachthani?”
They call, “My God My God, why have you forsaken me?
All in vain.
For the Demons have thrown H
im in the void, extinguishing His loving voice in the silence.

I see them, gate keepers.
Guarding the gate from Hell itself.
We beg them; “Let us free, let us live!”
All for naught.
For as the candle is snuffed out, so to is our plea in the ears of the Demons. As if they only listen for the silence.

Dawn rises in the east
I see them coming, like dust in the wind
They come for Us at last!
This time it is real, it is not just a dream
I weep, wiping the silence with my tears of joy.
-Yenrx