The Silence of Our Wake

They walk down the streets again
 So close they can hear our pain
 Beyond the clouds
 That empty place
 One fine frozen face
 Half alive I can't explain
 Invasion seems over now
 Where the few are on the run
 Then they strike again
 They crawl down their slides again
 But now I can't feel the rain
 Behind the sun
 That perfect face
 One fine summer's day
 Still alive I don't know why
 Fighting's over now
 Still afew are on the run
 Then they strike again
 Wish I knew where I could hide
 I could try to dissapear in the crispest night
 Summoned back again
 They race down the streets again
 And now I can hear their names
 They had come
 In ancient times
 One fine summer's day
 It's all true
 I can explain Invasion is over now
 Where the few are on the run
 Here they come again
 Wish I knew where I could hide
 I could try to dissapear in the deadly night
 Wish I knew where I could hide
 I could try to dissapear in the alien night
 Summoned back again
 In the final days
 In the silence of our wake
 When the time will come to face towards the sun
 At the shinnig gates
 All the flowers ain't worth dying for
 Preying to a throne on top of bones
 When you'll see
 When the time will come to face
 We're only mortal men
 In the silence of our wake
 And you will leave
 The world and all we know
 Dimly ashes burn
 And the sea evaporates
 You will wave your magic wand
 With tragic grace
 The world will say goodbye in horrific flames
 You will wave your magic wand
 With tragic grace
 The Earth will only be an empty space
 One day you'll see
 When the time will come to face
 This world will diappear
 In the silence of our wake
 And will you leave
 The world that we all know
 Faintest fire glows
 And we evaporate
 You will wave your magic wand
 With tragic grace
 The world will say goodbye in horiffic flames
 You will wave your magic wand
 With tragic grace
 The Earth will only be an empty space
 I believed in you
 No mercy and forgotten seeds
 I would believe in you
 Must be some sort of soul in you
 Must we die Must we fry
 Misty eyed
 No tears to cry