blood on the horizon, yeah And still not a word is spoken Still not a word is spoken Not a word, not a word is spoken I've lost my footing I'm hanging
war!" Farewell, my friends, I leave Wisdom's all I learned so far, words of ages Heard the jester's voice, by the ruins he spoke Atrocious truths
sad voice of starless nights Warriors of the new century, now ride Cross the cosmic shores of mortal time So that dream spoke to the silent warrior
memory of hate To pay for all the blood that spilled the many thousands I did kill No walls can contain the gods' almighty will I hear the silent voices
None of this matters, none of these words. Common and silent we will die in this world. We've only spoken to those who agree, and without them we've fallen
in Lost in a silent movie Moths move No words are spoken We've both go somthing to say Sound's been broken You've got my voice in your hands I've got your voice
dark remains I shut my eyes Into total darkness Glory will soon be revealed As I slowly turn to my shadow A voice spoke to me I have opened the gate
[I - The forbidden words] [II - Incantation] [III - Passage of time] [IV - The silent threat] [V - Archilles heel] [VI - Covenant of souls] [VII - Face
are you doing this?? She spoke without expecting a response Her voice penetrated the still air of our speechless drive So silent my heart had jumped ?
light with no source behind, They are urged to speak with great voices now in the name of the god, But silent whisper is the living voice of the ancient
more smiles since fucking sunday sinking feelings drinking early stinking septic stinking like a dream spoken outside in outside voices struck silent
guilt, and rage I keep coming back to doubt MATT I'd like to start with just a... If we could take a moment... If maybe we were silent... Or we had spoken
Firmin: (Spoken) Monsieur Andre! Andre: (Spoken) Monsieur Firmin! Firmin: Dear Andre, what a splendid party Andre: The prelude to a bright new
be kept empty? (Meg backstage) He's here: the Phantom of the Opera... (Christine) It's him (Carlotta) Your part is silent, little toad! (Phantom's Voice
[spoken:] This the oldest story in the book... he desires the one thing he cannot have... my darling queen, I lay myself at your feet and I shall stay
if you leave me in the middle of winter Never to see the sun again Now that I am in Silent suffering It's not right It's not right In the voices Hard
that watches the light speed throuh and cries while the spirit stumbles and inside missile for the protection of you maybe it's silent the voice can