A scream from dead silence begotten
Rushed through the curtains of your lips
And raced across the bounds of time
Blood from my past now gently drips

Forlorn, you lay, beneath this earth
How long oh did I mourn for you
And born you were out of the sky
The sky that I left torn for you

Now hear do I your sweetest scream
My eyes, indeed, are pouring out
But dead you lay, my oldest friend
How can your voice be heard about?

I've heard of time's illusions oft
That death is but a trick of life
So neatly wound, a set of dreams
And sounds of truth, in set of lies

Does sense deceive; perception betray?
Does God play evil games with man?
Do I see your face in distant light?
Or a trick played by the devil's hand?

I place my hand on shuddering heart
You are no more, but still you are
Reaching out from a time bygone
I sense you close, but much too far