Decode the Whispers of Silence

The cool American Indian is now asleep.
Are our tents and dreams now full?
I remember the wisest phrase:
"We search for something
that has already found us"

The pale moon light is no more
or are we just too blind to get the hang of it?

Wake up, my precious child,
send the pain away
rejoice when death is near,
cry when life herself cries.

Hear the wind blowing
through the leaves of golden trees.

And I ask you my friend...

Where the fuck are those purple legions?
Still resting into their tents and dreams?

Decode the whisper of silence
Demolish the foe that has now come.

Perhaps you might have no other choice
than to fight a friend.

Then, what are YOU gonna do about it?

Yet, time has passed indeed
finally, we are not in any kind of need?
Are we the pure essence of good?
Or just a bunch of crazy people who
carry on the tradition of craziness and mild creation?

We might be forced to dance on fire
even when the music is not over?

Shall we, my dreamful friend
wait for the endless black night?
or are we gonna start shivering,
for fear is now upon us?

"We are in search for something,
that has already found us"