Текст (слова) песни: Throes of Dawn - 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
Другие песни Throes of Dawn:

Across The Loveless Horizon
Autumn Winds
Binding of the Spirit Onto Earth
Black Carbon Snow
Cosmic Seas
Dreams Of The Black Earth
End Is Silence
Halo Of Flies
Hollow Reflection
Hyperion
Last Rainbow Warrior Is Dead
Master`s Garden
Of Scarlet Skies Made
On Broken Wings Of Despair
Ophelia
Pakkasherra
Quicksilver Clouds
Spring Blooms With Flowers Dead
The Blackend Rainbow
The Destroying Angel
The Hermit
The Night Belongs To Us
The Wanderer
The Warprophet Dreams
The Weeper
The Withering Godess (Of Nature)
Transcendence
Vertigo
Watcher In The Tower
Where Once The Sun Rose
Winter Romance