Breath in the solemn wind

That blows throughout the sands

Breath in the sadness of our souls

The specters dancing over and beneath

The ground is growing out of shape

Silent hour

Mystic and strange

The silence growing louder upon

Silent hour

Voices so faint

The silence now is roaring upon

The doomsday clock is ticking

Heavy ’cross the sands

Final hours of eclipse

Hear their muteness telling, all of us to abide

Sounds are flowing out of shape

Silent hour

Mystic and strange

The silence growing louder upon

Silent hour

Voices so faint

The silence now is roaring upon