In the shadow of the end Silence is profound Hold on to what you have left Before you make a sound Dust inside your stones Howling wind that blows I would rather trust a man Who doesn’t shout what he’s found For it is not fit to brag Who is honor-bound Dust inside your stones Howling wind that blows Everybody knows the truth Still they do not dare In the absence of your voice No one cracks the air Dust inside your stones Howling wind that blows