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

Land where no one speaks out loud

Land where no one speaks out loud

Land where no one speaks out loud

Land where no one speaks out loud

Land where no one speaks out loud

Land where no one speaks out loud

Land where no one speaks out loud

Land where no one speaks out loud

Seal our fate within it's gates

Land where no one speaks out loud awaits