Insanity's hush, a ballad before sleep, in my dreams I see graveyards where restless souls weep. Be cursed by their nature, their pleas do not feed, may silence cause a rupture for them to breathe. Names carved in gravestones, memories carved in bones, on the surface flowers die, down below are the kings' thrones. May sorrow be the only truth, loneliness the veredict, my wishes have no ruth, and dreams never come true.