Cult Of Luna
The Silent Man
Silence came crawling
There is a man at the door
In the absence of light, we merge with our shadows
Rise and ride my friend. Together we’ll bring on the end
The water seems darker
A scent of fear is in the air
Eyes in every corner. Movements everywhere
Heavy is the burden
Clouds roll in to rectify
Step by step we falter and all good things must die
The door can’t withstand his voice
With heavy strides he enter
Deliverance at last. He speaks words from the dead
“In dreams I see what is coming. Wolves in man’s clothing
There is no escape for the meek. The ground beneath them is eroding.”
From Letras Mania