You stand alone in the pale night
waiting for sleep as the owls cry
an ancient slumber, a remote wish
as the earth falls into darkness
From your dreams came the Zahir
and from it came this world
your silence spawns conscience
and matter and existence are by you
Who are you, old silent man?
In your room the dreams come true
while your hands weave the ancient looms
found at the eve of ages.
Who are you, old silent man?
Who am I for you, old silent man...
in the end?
And I
look at you
from my sky
old man
My soul
belongs
forever
Earth, Heaven and Hell
Life, Death and Void
Good, Evil and Sin
Bliss, Sorrow and Decay
From you is the will of man's salvation and ruin
From you are the dreams and nightmares of me
No word could ever say how high my soul was
When you instilled a drop of infinity in me
Every grave raises the cry
of lost hopes and broken dreams
and the tears of gone poets
fall as crystaline cold rain
Your dreams that once made
the sun, the moon and the stars
now turn into dust
and your silence means withering
Who are you, old silent man?
In your room the dreams become pain
while your hands weave the ancient looms
tools for damnation of mankind.
Why do you dream of me, old silent man?
Who am I for you, old silent man
in the end?
And I
look at you
from my sky
old man
My soul
belongs to you
forever
