Текст песни Monks Of The High Lord

We are the order of grinding silence Leaving the peace as the music subsides Again impacting with brutal sonics He will expel the evil of darkness Essence of silence Monks of the high Lord Essence of noise Monks of the high Lord Feeling cold from a menacing absence I'm surrounded by a constant noise I remember my true religion I adjourn to your peace in the mist I see, the beauty and beast I feel, your power and beat I know there is a way Show me, grinding silence So many people Caught in a world of noise Open your mind and see the sound of the quiet Live in the grinding silence A life of sheer extremes Noise and quiet, life, Lord & peace What do you worship? Don't worship gods of wood and steel Finding solace in the light of your word Breeding life in the heast of silence Humming a tune of orchestral essence Meeting with you in the still of creation