Echoes... - Aelius

From the cold,

In the black of the night figures.

Our lost souls,

They can’t feel our shivers.

Calling angels,

Their cries ring clear, echoes…

Fall like whispers,

That no-one hears.

No-one hears.

No-one hears.

No-one hears.

No-one hears…

In the dawn,

By the bleek new light, shadows.

Distinct forms,

On the cold stone walls, flicker.

Silent voices,

To answer our prayers, echo…

Fall like whispers,

To those who hear.

Those who hear.

Those who hear.

Those who hear.

Those who hear…