Ergo Factum Silentium

At the bottom of the painting
A corpse now I fear
Miracles eaten away
I am the bleeding tree
That sheds its leaves

The drop that envies
That merges into the sea
The tomb takes hold of the
Broken leaves
The sky spills tears

Therefore Silence Was Made
Therefore Silence
Therefore Silence Was Made
Therefore Silence

Throughout my body
Corpses in the city
The last breath of yours is
Your funeral

This rock closes
Torches will extinguish
It darkened at noon
Even the angels would doubt

Therefore Silence Was Made
Therefore Silence