Selfish prayers cry out for clarity Servants and kings on the same throne Will rule the ruins of the silent city The Sun bids farewell For those pale days While stars wander in the sadness Dawn comes and then it's gone (And left their souls alone) Men, with fear in their eyes (Were overcome) by darkness The fire burns their abodes And, around the cruel flames Each man is brought face to face In a timid hope in their names Many walk in different paths While others accept their pain Under the comfort of their defeat Lament their struggles in vain Then, on the gray horizon The silent winter is coming! Then, on the gray horizon The war, for a moment, surrendered Amidst a theater of colorless infamy The lovers had no chance of parting Were killed by a common enemy! Guts satiate the vile hunger Dogs hunt their owners Except one, faithfully chained Protect what's left of the others In a famine in the gray land A brave friend with sad rejection In pain, it licked its master's hands That did not answer his affection Enemies find themselves condemned In the hot embers of the night They touch the holy pieces left behind While they profane in the twilight Then, at gray horizon The silent hell is coming! Then, at gray horizon The pale light reclined in your eyes Exposing the images of the sick time With faith ever more in decline Only loneliness, then an empty life Without the heat of the morning Without the bounty of planting Without the delight of wealth Just a perfect place for death Only the deep water remained And nothing moved in its silent core Where ships without nauts roam For then an abode for nevermore The dead waves, the still winds The clouds perish in stagnation Welcome to the silent winter