Willows weep from winds to swoon
Pulling boughs from whence they loomed

Laughter seared sounds from afar,
Lacking joy yet squalled with scars

Land where no one speaks out loud is ours

Banshees cry of grave impend
Stories wander to their end

Lies a final resting place
Seal our fate within it's gates

Land where no one speaks out loud awaits

Seal our fate within its gates

Land where no one speaks out loud awaits