

Silence I've gathered that I much prefer the silenceSilence by ~mistressofhell
On the weathered nights of Christmas
The snow is unheard
It is your song that disturbs
Are you men of hate?
Inside of my head
You question my faith
I know of your dead
As I am replaced
You damn well realize your fears
The ancient secret has met my ears
I know of your dead
I know of your dead
I've gathered that I much prefer the silence