The Gathering Songtext
von Clint

We gathered here
To face the incarnation of betrayed ideals
If we had known
We would′ve cared for what became our broken dreams

With nothing left to lose and no excuse to fake
A silent stare won't do the trick
And mend the tongue that can′t speak truth but cast the curse
We tried to break once and for all


Silence was all there was before
We tried to revive the corpse of all our endeavors
But as soon as we don't regret our past we can't forget it
For regret is no cure but another curse spelled upon everything to come

Silence was all there was
Before we tried to revive the corpse of all our endeavors
And silence will be all there is
Once we′ve accepted everything had been in our hands

The tongue won′t speak again
For truth had cut it deep
It learned that silence does no harm
Lest face and hand get cut and bleed facade to death
A muted scream won't cause alarm